People will say that the original Pizzeria Regina in Boston's North End is the best. There are theories about the temperature of the ovens, about the natural yeast that develops over time, about the skill of the pizza makers there. These people are all correct. However, when it's 19 degrees outside, and you need a pie, STAT, you can do worse than getting one that is arguably 85% as good 10 minutes from home. The Regina's outpost in Medford's Station Landing is, to my taste, just about almost as good.
As Barack Obama says, it's tempting to negotiate with hostage-takers, but not if the hostage is going to get hurt. In this case, the hostage was my stomach, and I chose to compromise. Is that so wrong? I don't know, but the link sausage pizza well done really hit the spot. I can live with that.
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