After six years of being subjugated to the “greek-style” pizza they exclusively serve in pizzerias in Connecticut, I finally escaped to the “Brooklyn-style” (AKA the good lord’s true and only way) stronghold of Pennsylvania. Weeks later, thinking I had permanently left those greco-gastronomic abominations behind me, I was on vacation in Myrtle Beach and inadvertently choose the only Greek establishment on all of the Grand Strand for our Pizza night.
It does look good though, doesn’t it?
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