Early this morning, Pizza Man, a long standing pizza joint/wine bar on the East Side, burned down in a 5 alarm fire. Aside from the Christmas that the twins first came home for, my fondest memory of a holiday is our Christmas that we dined at Pizza Man. It was just the 5 of us and we stayed in our PJs all day and then our little family ventured out for some yummy pizza for our Christmas Dinner. No hustle and bustle or rushing around. Just us. And Pizza Man.
RIP.
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