If you are what you eat, then tonight I was cheap and easy. After candle-lit yoga with the weird moans, groans, and scents of strangers, I decided I needed dinner on the fly.
2 Bros. Pizza is so good to me, and it is located just 535 feet from my my apartment. The grand opening special seems to have stuck and slices come in at a whopping $1. This place is perfect for a recession. I usually meet one of my fellow runner pals at 2 Bros., but she was out of town...so a table for one it was. The pizza is everything you would expect for a buck: cheese, a slightly tangy sauce, and crust. Nothing spectacular, but it sure beats the dollar menu at McDonalds.
I sat down tonight by myself and overhead two girls talking about their Thanksgiving break. One of the girls had called her aunt to wish her a happy birthday, and her aunt was "stoned or really messed up" when they talked. Apparently, her aunt said, "hey...um how are you" in a rather loose voice. In my opinion, I think her aunt probably didn't want to talk to her annoying younger niece that was intruding on my pizza experience. Then, I realized that all the tables in the back were full where I was eating, so I gave my table up to a punk couple that seemed to be on a date after getting their shoes spray-painted on St. Marks. She thanked me and felt bad for making me move, but I didn't really mind.
My meal was over, and I will continue to eat on the cheap (well...maybe) until Wednesday when I have my dinner for one at Momofuku Ko!