Posted On:
July 30, 2008
Wednesdays usually mean one thing...
Pizza. Pizza seems to magically happen on alternating Wednesdays and Thursdays.

Manna from Heaven, indeed. If I could only have one type of food for the rest of my life, it would be pizza.
Tonight, Nate and I are going to one of the best pizza places in Menlo Park, Applewood.
I don't know precisely why it's so grubbin', though I think the lovely, fluffy crust might be one thing - the beer might be another...
I hope everyone else is having a grubbin' Wednesday as well...