Leftovers

It's been a fairly relaxing 'weekend', and although I caught a little bit of normal-hours shut-eye, I'm wide awake right now, as I usually am at 4:00 am. I haven't done much at all these past few days, except for a lot of reading. The weather has been nice and I've enjoyed the sunshine and fresh air a bit, but mostly I've been reading--just finished an entire website done by a guy who's been sailing around the world for the past seven years or so. Fantastic stuff, and very inspirational for somebody like me.

I've also started reading An Embarrassment of Mangoes, given to me as a post-Christmas present from Sticky during her last visit. I haven't gotten too deep into it yet, but so far so good.

Last night I also had the pleasure of meeting up with Falcon Rob for dinner and a couple hours of great conversation about time spent behind a low-limit craps table. It's interesting to hear his take on things, having dropped everything and moved to Vegas to work in the casino world just like I did, only two years later.

Now that he's working, we have Wednesday nights as a common night off, so we decided to get together. Of course, now that the weather is nice, we're talking about firing up the grill and cooking up those Omaha Steaks that LV Terry was kind enough to send along, but last night we decided to have dinner at New York Pizza & Pasta over on Jones and Sahara on the west side.

And I can say again with full confidence that NYP&P is even better than Metro Pizza. It's truly authentic NY-style pizza, and last night's offerings were so tasty that we ate till we could eat no more. In fact, it's so good that we purposely ordered two large pizzas so that we could both have some leftovers for lunch today. We started with an order of garlic knots, which were basically twisted breadsticks drenched in melted butter and garlic, served with a side of marinara sauce. They were good, but not what we'd come for.

We ordered a hearty pepperoni and sausage pie, full of greasy and salty goodness, along with a ham and onion pie, where the smokiness of the ham was perfectly offset by the sweetness of the onions. Both were absolutely delicious, and the pleasant conversation was sidetracked for a couple of minutes when we both stuffed the first two pieces into our pie-holes as quickly as we could chew. After that we settled back into our normal well-mannered dinner conversation, but the beginning of the meal was a dangerous time for anything within reach that resembled a slice of pizza. It was a feeding frenzy.

Once the leftovers were boxed up we lingered a bit, slurping the watery remains of our drinks and making tentative plans for a grill-fest once the Madness winds down.

So now I'm sitting here at my desk this morning, not quite hungry, but still thinking about that box of cold pizza slices in the fridge and betting that they don't quite make it all the way to lunchtime.

It's gotta be better than my Tuesday leftovers--a can of Hormel chili, a couple of chopped-up hotdogs that I didn't have buns for, some shredded cheese, and the remaining chip fragments at the bottom of the bag of my Hint of Lime Tostidos that weren't big enough to be dipped in salsa.

Not a bad meal, but cold pizza from New York Pizza & Pasta has it beaten in spades.

Mikey