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There are all kinds of pizza and everyone has a favorite. Mine is bar pizza because it’s the pizza I ate when I was a kid. And, if I’m going to be really specific, my favorite is bar pizza from The Cape Cod Cafe in Brockton. Nope, it’s not on the Cape but they’ve been in business in the same location since 1939 and I think it’s the best pizza in the world!
I have so many memories associated with this pizza. When I was growing up, Sundays meant church, dinner (which was always a roast of some kind) and then pizza for supper. We always got it from “The Cod” because it was the closest to our house but also because it was my parent’s favorite. My mother used to say that when they were really poor they used to count their pennies on Sunday nights to see if they had ten cents to buy a plain pizza. Things were much different by the time I came along and we pretty much bought a pizza per person. Mine was always pepper and onion.
Nowadays The Cod is a respectable family style restaurant but years ago it was basically a dive and we always got our pizza to go because my parents wouldn’t have brought my brothers and I there to eat. We would phone in our order and my dad would go pick it up. In fact, the phone number to this restaurant was probably one of the first phone numbers I memorized other than my own! And I still know it by heart and I still call in the order only now it’s my husband, not my dad, who goes to pick up the pizza.
P is for Pizza. It’s more than just a food, it’s a memory!