It was a lazy Tuesday evening, the type where you’re ready to jump out of your own skin due to a crushing urge to do something to stave off the boredom of routine. Maybe it was Monday, not that the day actually matters. We, myself and some my apartment mates, decide to head off in search of a good pie. I don’t refer to the sweet fruit filled stuff of diner and holiday tradition, but PIE. The type best had with a pitcher of beer and friends, the visual by which many are taught fractions, the Neapolitan gift better known the world over as pizza. Continue Reading