99 Cent Fresh Pizza
9th Ave at 41st, New York City, 2008
99 cents for a slice.
In one of the most expensive cities in the world.
True, the toppings may not be coming from the "all natural and organic" section of the local market.
But who cares?
It's a New York City slice on a chilly winter evening.
Or warm summer evening.
Doesn't matter.
Sure 99 Cent Fresh Pizza sells other things, but what for?
You're heading home from the job that was breaking your stones all day, or trying to catch your train back to NJ suburbia, or just out of the bar (when we could still do that)...and you smell that heavenly aroma.
Dig into your pocket and pull a couple of crumpled singles.
Two slices, please.
Guy behind the counter slides two hot slices, slick with the oil of the melted cheese, across to you on paper plates.
You can almost taste it... and almost do, too quickly.
The only thing that ruins a couple of slices of 99 cent pizza is burning the roof of your mouth on the cheese.
And three slices.
The third is never as good as the first two.
[Today is National Pizza Day, so I thought of this image. I posted it back in 2008 (Canon 20D, 50mm nifty fifty lens) but did a slight edit on this one to pull up the shadows a little more. Click my blog link to read more.]
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99 Cent Fresh Pizza
9th Ave at 41st, New York City, 2008
99 cents for a slice.
In one of the most expensive cities in the world.
True, the toppings may not be coming from the "all natural and organic" section of the local market.
But who cares?
It's a New York City slice on a chilly winter evening.
Or warm summer evening.
Doesn't matter.
Sure 99 Cent Fresh Pizza sells other things, but what for?
You're heading home from the job that was breaking your stones all day, or trying to catch your train back to NJ suburbia, or just out of the bar (when we could still do that)...and you smell that heavenly aroma.
Dig into your pocket and pull a couple of crumpled singles.
Two slices, please.
Guy behind the counter slides two hot slices, slick with the oil of the melted cheese, across to you on paper plates.
You can almost taste it... and almost do, too quickly.
The only thing that ruins a couple of slices of 99 cent pizza is burning the roof of your mouth on the cheese.
And three slices.
The third is never as good as the first two.
[Today is National Pizza Day, so I thought of this image. I posted it back in 2008 (Canon 20D, 50mm nifty fifty lens) but did a slight edit on this one to pull up the shadows a little more. Click my blog link to read more.]
© Mark V. Krajnak | JerseyStyle Photography | All Rights Reserved 2021
Portfolio | Blog | Twitter | Instagram | LinkTree