Here's an article for you:
http://www.economist.com/node/21528302
And, to the asshole who almost hit my husband yesterday, it's not okay.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
September First: The Shirts Are In
Our Destination: Pizzeria Pulcinella
The Day: Thursday Sept. 1
The Time: leaving Madison Valley right about 6pm as it was a bit longer jaunt (10 miles each direction)
I feel almost as if there should be two posts for this stage because we had two teams of bikers both of which had an amazing trip down to South Lake for some certifiably (seriously) Neapolitan pizza. So, feel free to share your own experience in the comments if you wish. Beautiful day to say the least and our bike ride was right on the lake for approximately half of the way there. Right about the time we past Flying Squirrel Pizza we started to wonder whether it was going to be worth it.
But it was. It really was. The atmosphere is unassuming. The anti-pasta was a plate of yummy picked treats. And the pizza was classic and very tasty. There was a tandem locked to the stair rail. Given that it's a little late in the season other bikers on the road were very fit and the sun went down pretty early, so we left pretty quick after eating to make the most of dusk. What a great ride.
This was the scary kitty we saw on the way home. It literally appeared out of nowhere at Malaika's feet. At least two of us gave a little shriek.
August Twenty-fourth: Kylie's Chicago Pizza
No surprises here, just some good deep dish pizza. Excellent bike ride to Fremont for a flat stage in the bike to pizza series. A bit of the wait made the pizza taste extra good, and we got free drinks out of the deal!
There were only three of us this go around so we didn't attempt to finish the large pizza. Instead, we tied it down to the rack on the back with a string that the waitress cut from her apron. Oh yes we did.

There were only three of us this go around so we didn't attempt to finish the large pizza. Instead, we tied it down to the rack on the back with a string that the waitress cut from her apron. Oh yes we did.

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