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