When I was a small child my father would bring home Barone's pizza and salad every Thursday night. Rolos for dessert. We're talking late 50's early 60's. He was a film-editor, and worked long hours. But it was an incredibly special treat,one that my brother and I always looked forward to. I avoided the pizza 'cause i was small and, um, stupid. But once i got over my avoidance of anything squished together Barone's was my favorite place to be. Birthdays, whatever, I did not have an aversion to square shaped pizza. I wish i could copy that Italian dressing because it still haunts me. In a good way.
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