Back in the 60's my friends and I were Monday-night-regulars at what we called ""Babe's Pizza and Mufflers"" (named for the large Babe's Mufflers sign above the restaurant. We enjoyed the family that owned Nick's Pizza: Mamma, who always urged me to eat my vegetables, and brothers Nick and Bob, with whom we had a light-hearted ongoing argument about the origins of linguica. We all finished college, time passed and somehow we never went back. Until last night, when 3 of us made a pilgrimage. The Babe's Mufflers sign is now gone, but Bob is still there, smiling as always. And the pizza! The crust was magnificent. There was not a single piece left on our plates. The scent of herbs on the fresh tomatoes on top made out heads zing. All those inbetween years of Round Table pizza were wasted. We'll be back regularly to Nick's for real pizza.
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