DESPERATE

I hate to say it, but after hitting a party last night on the Upper West Side, we made it back to Cobble Hill long after everything else was closed and shut down. But we were hungry. Desperate.

We had a great time at Lida's birthday. We had plenty of wine, snacks and laughs, but in the end, we were both craving something a little more substantial. We needed to expound on the crackers and spinach puffs we'd just picked on.

So as much as it pains me, we were stuck with chips from the bodega or a thin crust pizza from the Dominoes on the corner. We did the latter. With ham and pineapple. And I'd be lying if I said it didn't taste like college. Not great, but there were memories embedded in that crust.