New York, Pizza
By Daniel Miessler on June 25th, 2006: Tagged as Culture
Somehow it still amazes me when certain stereotypes come true.
New Yorkers really do have wicked accents, and the whole Italian/Pizza thing is like a cariacture up here. There’s like a Pizza place every 50 feet up here in mid-state NY, and all the pizza looks, smells, and mostly tastes the same.
It’s damn good.
But it’s just so similar; it’s eerie. And the way New Yorkers eat the pizza is crazy too — again, all the same. They tend to fold the pizza in half and take large bites. It’s almost universal. I asked for a knife and fork the other day and almost got escorted out by some fellow that surely thought I was gay.
Anyway, the engagement is going really well. I truly love consulting; it lets me draw on so many different skills that I enjoy exercising and growing. I’m definitely going to stay in this for a while longer…