The best diners I’ve ever eaten at were owned by little old Greek people. I used to go to one in Kalamazoo, Michigan, and the little old lady who owned it would pinch my arm and tell me to eat more because I was too skinny. I still miss that place.

Yep, pizza was my grandma’s favorite food when she was a little girl and she was born in 1927. She was Italian American and grew up in New Jersey. The best part was her mom used to make extra dough and fry up the extra, then they’d eat it hot out of the pan with jam. They called it pizza fritta.

I’m glad people will have access to it but god, how sad that it’s necessary.