"our pizza and beer place"
Basically any time my roommate and/or the third intern and I go out in search of food or a park or a sonic, we usually find what we're looking for. And after we find it, we sit down and quickly establish this is gonna be "our" place. We have "our Greek place", "our sonic", "our target". Now, most of these places we claim are ours because they're simply the closest (target and sonic included). However, we just found "our pizza and beer place", and it's not just because of convenience.
Seriously, LOOK AT THAT PIZZA!! And the breadsticks?! I have never had such amazing pizza than at Half Pint on 6th ave. the roommate and I didn't journey our way down to 6th ave just for this hole-in-the-wall heaven. Actually, it just happened that this was the very first restaurant/pub that we passed after parking the car. We were so famished, a guy in a sketchy hot dog truck could have lured us into buying mystery meat. (Did I tell you about the guy that tried to sell us steaks out of his van yesterday? He then asked if we knew about any rooms available at the house we were at. Noooo.....).
anyway, amazing amazing amazing food. Was bummed they were fresh out of hefeweizen, but settled for a local IPA that did the trick. Great night out and the roommate and I will definitely be returning.
Also, knit bombing is a thing here? It's a thing at all? What is this world...
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