Trenton tomato pies, I mean. I am a De Lorenzo Tomato Pie fan.
I just read this article: “Nearby Philadelphia has its own dish called tomato pie, which is not to be confused with its neighbor in New Jersey. Philly tomato pie is thick and rectangular, like a dense focaccia topped with crushed tomato and no cheese. It’s served at room temperature from the counters of local bakeries. Trenton tomato pie, on the other hand, is more recognizable as a Neapolitan pizza derivation. It’s round and lightly topped with mozzarella and tomatoes”
I would just bring what you want. I bring beer into places like north of the border and no one ever says anything. They have signs up in English and spanish too but I’m a rebel dottie, a loner. Name that quote!
Exactly, you can’t be shy about these kind of things. If they ever give you grief about it at North of the Boarder make sure to tell them Large Marge sent you.
Speaking of fugly, I further nominate the Bum Runner, the Robos Swale House (2x), the Butt House, CJ Mac Looney’s, the Pier Hole, and the whole rest of the evil McClone Empire:
“About Tim McLoone
Tim McLoone: Musician, entertainer, restaurateur, entrepreneur and humanitarian. The modern day Renaissance Man! Schooled at Harvard and accomplished in music, athletics, and business, Tim McLoone opened his first restaurant in October of 1987.”
Such awful food. Such high prices. And yet so humble.
You gotta wonder if he really eats in his own place.
