Wow.  All within one day……

First I’m picking up pizza at this place in Van Nuys, CA.  I look up at the menu in the place, and realize they don’t offer baked ziti.  I ask the employee there, “Do you guys make baked ziti?”  He looks at me as if I’m speaking a different language.  “What’s baked ziti?” he asks.

I guess that’s what you get when you have a MexicanArmenianPolishGermanRussian or any other non-Italian L.A. people making Italian food.

When I brought the pizza back to work, shortly thereafter I boasted, “Man, I could really eat another pie.”

That is when I was told how uncommon it is for pizza to referred to as a “pie,” or a “pizza pie.”

I try not to be one of these snobbish NY’ers when it comes to eating food in L.A., but I swear sometimes I feel like this town exists on another planet.