© Linda Davick
I had pizza last night. Pizza for breakfast. For lunch I met Janet and Dorothy at Restaurant Lulu. When I first walked in I was greeted by the smell of wood smoke. There were two open fires. Can you guess why? In order to cook pizza! Yes, apparently they had ordered enough dough to keep two separate fires going. And not only that, they allowed me to leave the building with leftovers. I couldn't believe my luck. I happily carried half my pizza all over town, then onto the n-Judah and home. Guess what I'm having for breakfast tomorrow with a big thermos of coffee? Yay!
