pizza

What else could I entitle this post, other than "Pizza?"

Cause that, my friend, is all this is about.

There's this little pizza place down on the boardwalk right on the beach. I don't like pizza very much, but I do like this place. It just wouldn't feel right to come down here and not visit this place.

Why so special?

Well, for one, "Papa" likes to come along- and that's always fun...

Second of all, it serves up the biggest pie I've ever seen in my entire life. 

Trust me, it's a sight to behold...
  

Yes, it can be a bit overwhelming. Scary, even.

Probably, especially, for my ultra health-conscious, diet-perfect Dad...

But for a 6 year old? It's pretty much, ahhh- heaven.

(for an 8 year old, too ;)

The place is pretty much a dive. We always eat outside. I can't even believe, every time I'm there, that this self described "Purell Obsessed Mama" is able to suck it up and overlook the dirt encrusted picnic style tables, the birds sneaking in and pecking crust from the ground and the sticky residue all over the place.

But I do it for the sake of these smiles....



Totally worth it!

(The view isn't half bad either ;)