The closest I’ve come to this is in the fair city of Dublin – their very cool, bohemian and trendy Temple Bar area, to be exact – at a pizzeria (this time, in this place, the word pizzeria can be used proudly) called Ray’s Pizza (not to be confused with the very famous Ray’s Pizza of the East Village, but the name of this Dublin establishment was clearly inspired by the owner who must have been to NYC’s Ray’s, and wanted to bring all that gorgeous pizza-ness back to Dublin with him).

As good as Dubin’s Ray’s slices are – and they truly are, so do check it out if ever you visit Ireland, specifically Dublin – I still very much miss proper New York pizza and proper New York pizzerias. Case in point – my beloved Peppino’s Pizza in Woodside, where I used to live for a number of years. Is it really true that Peppino’s doors are now forever closed? That is truly a tragedy and a half.

Sorry…I’m babbling…but this is what usually happens when I think of, or think back, and remember my love and affection (or perhaps it’s an addiction and an obsession?) for pizza – the proper New York way.

One more thing, and that is to say that I do hope you have another Pizza Tour. Going by the last one on the blog, it sounded absolutely heavenly, so thanks for sharing it with all those of us who weren’t there, or, like me, sadly couldn’t be there to experience it first hand.

Okay! I’ll shut up now and send this on its way.