First of all, this week’s funniest freaking thing I’ve seen (this week): Stuff White People Like. I never thought I’d manage to conform so absolutely to a stereotype.
One of the few (very few) ways in which I deviate from that stereotype, however, is my solid commitment to eating nothing but absolute crap, preferably the kind that can be paid for with laundry quarters. Which brings us to this week’s gripe:
Attention, New York pizzerias! A cheese slice is $2. It’s not $2.25, it’s not $2.50, and it’s sure as hell not $2.75. Since moving here a year ago, pizza has been my go-to because, weighing cost against fullness factor, it ended up being the best all-around solution to insane food prices everywhere (and my near-constant unemployment). But with every price hike, you pizzerias are tipping the balance away from you and toward hot dog carts, or the candy aisle at Duane Read. I’ve only been here for a year, and the standard price has shot up $.75? In two more years, we’ll all be paying $5.50 for a damn slice of pizza.
Also, the taco and burrito joints here suck. I have no idea why this has to be the case.
And, related to both the above, is there some sort of horrible city-wide cheese shortage that I am unaware of? Because seriously, if I wanted to work this hard at getting a decent amount of melted cheese, I could have stayed in Asia.
