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I’ve been nostalgic recently. We lived in Jersey when I was in high school, and on Friday nights we’d get pizza from Vinny’s. I was allowed to pick it up after I got my license.
Meatball or mushroom pies. The chewy crust, grease, crunch. The fold. It’s what makes a perfect pizza. I miss it and what it represents. Family. Comfort. Memories of being together.
Nothing has come close until I went on a date to Yandys in Sandy Springs – a pizza stall tucked in Carniceria Los Pinos. First bite, tears. I was immediately transported back and found my Fridays.
– Tara Murphy, 360 Media, Inc.