We just came back from a few days at the beach, and leaving the sand and those fantastic waves, we'll it's just always hard to depart. Parting isn't even just "such sweet sorrow." It's just sorrow, plain and simple.
I spent those few days literally being "one with the beach." I barely moved, and could only be differentiated from the seaweed, because my suit had some funky colors in it. Okay, maybe I wasn't quite that immobile, but pretty close. To me, there's nothing like the beach to restore, refresh, and all the other appropriate "r" words.
And speaking of pizza, (what, you didn't get the segue? You must not be a beachgoer. I'll fill you in.)
In Ocean City New Jersey, there is the best pizza in ther world. You got me, I haven't had pizza all over the world, but there's really no need to. Mack and Manco's IS pizza. They've been down at the beach forever and ever, or at least 40 years I think.
If you're looking for candlelight and soft music, you need to find another place. But if you're looking for savory, perfectly baked, unparalleled, perfectly blended pizza ingredients, all you need to look for is the noisy green and white parlors on the boardwalk, where it's always filled with handsome young lads, or if I were decades younger, they'd be hotties, tossing pizzas in the air in perfect symphony with life.
I don't know where they find all the personable guys to work there, but they're always in perfect sync and rythm as they dole out slices and whole pies. Since we don't get down to the shore as often as I'd like, which would be daily, sometimes it's almost an entire year before we make it to the green bar stools at Mack and Mancos.
That first bite, right up to say, the 30th bite, depending on how many slices I get, is pure bliss. It takes me back, turns me into a teenager again, then a young mother, treating my young'uns to the time of their pizza life.
I really, really like Mack and Mancos.
And now we've introduced another whole generation, our grandchildren, to the delights of Mack and Mancos. In fact, they don't call pizza, pizza anymore, they just refer to it as Mack and Mancos. And while other kids ask for all sorts of toys and "stuff" from the shore, our grandkids ask for Mack and Mancos.
It all started decades ago with my parents, That's a lot of pizza.
Now I'm sure there iS other pizza out there, and if you would like to tell me about it, I'm game to try. I'll give it a fair try, but it really, really better be GREAT pizza to get into the competition at all.
I'm putting all my dough on the great M & M!!!
