The Best Thing I Ever Ate would have to relate back to when I was in ninth grade. My Choir class went on a trip to Italy for a week over Easter to sing in various churches and cathedrals. The first night there, we all sat down to get something to eat.
Unlike our pizza here, it is nothing related to how pizza looks, yet alone tastes in Italy. Each pizza is about ten inches round, but so thin that a single person could consume one as a meal. I would do anything to be able to travel back to Italy just for a day. The smell of a freshly made Italian Pizza being brought to my table versus getting one boxed up from a local shop around Providence. Nothing will ever be able to compare!
Daniel Boone
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