(chow)down - on Search for that Slice - Helen's Pizza

a Downtown Staple; 183 Newark Avenue

After tallying the suggestions of pizza shops worth a visit I realized a downtown staple was not once mentioned. Helen's Pizza, a long survivor of Newark Avenue's non-99¢ store curse, has been family owned and operated since 1968. I have a long history with Helen's Pizza as they delivered the slices used in my grammar school's Wednesday lunch. I was also in the same class as the owner's daughter and she was, from what memory serves me, my first crush. I'm saying this not only as some weird need for full disclosure, but I also think it's important to show the staying power of this family business. I can't deny that I have fond memories of Helen's slices, but my palette has certainly matured since my days as a careless prepubescent. (if on main page, click "read more" just below.)

(spot)light - Clever Boys

Tactless; Grand and Bates

While driving down Grand Street Tuesday morning, I was fortunate enough to have been cut off by "masculinity" on wheels. I quickly thought about how badly I wanted to promote Greater Northern Paving on my blog, and proceeded to follow them into the McDonald's parking lot. What struck me most about this company, besides my assumption that they weren't locals, was their interesting attempt at a slogan. Far more sad than funny, I'm sure this was the cause of many high fives and repeated illusions of grandeur. I can't figure out who they're marketing to. Maybe a fraternity has decided to get some serious cementing done? Don't get me wrong, I'm sure some find it hysterical. I just think, or maybe hope, it turns more off than on.

Just so we're clear, this has nothing to do with liberal (though I am) PC bullshit. It's about the rejection of thoughtless mediocrity. Greater Northern Paving's website does not work, denying me additional rant material.