The Pizza Garden isn’t really called The Pizza Garden. It’s called Gianni’s, and it’s a pizza place in our neighborhood that has a lovely, peaceful, garden. They also have a great, classic, thin-crust New York slice, and they serve beer and wine. It’s a win-win if you ask me.
The weather was so nice, and our Pizza Garden dinner was so pleasant, that we didn’t even care when Rose’s Italian ice spilled down the inside of her dress on the way home, and then a bird pooped in my hair.
Oy! Well thank goodness for pizza!
Also, it seems like your lazy wednesdays have been a real mixed bag of late… Sorry about the bird poop, some folks think its lucky….go figure.
I could use a wee bit of luck in the next few days so I’ll take it ;)
Wednesdays are consistent only in that providing dinner is very low-effort on my part.