pizza, pasta, help.

I have a big problem.

Big one.

I think it’s one of my biggest problems at my new location.

You see, I just moved from Ohio… to New Jersey…

I have decided they should call NJ the land of Pasta, Pizza, Diners and Bagels.

So…. the Pasta and Pizza.

I moved to a nice little town. It’s not so big… it’s actually pretty small.

But it’s big enough that apparently there is need for 7 pasta & pizza joints within 5 minutes of my house

7.

Within 15 minutes there are probably 50.

And these are NOT your Domino/Pizza Hut/Olive Garden type of pasta and pizza joints.

They probably all have relatives who live or lived in Italy.

Once you eat their magical food you would never eat at one of those restaurants mentioned above. I promise. I don’t even know how you can compare the pizza.

And you want to know what else? The nicest people work there!! Most every place I have been, know half their customers by name. The last place we visited, the owner took us on a full tour, explained that it’s been owned for 3 generations and then we meet his mother. I am not joking. His true authentic Italian mother was sitting outside of the kitchen.  And when my order came it was the BEST pasta I have ever eaten.

Someone help. This is all my family wants to eat now. I lost 40 pounds last year. Pasta is like a food drug for me.

Help.