Word: pizzas
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...other kinds of food entertainment, Faneuil Hall and Quincy Market are musts for any visitor to Boston. The place has, however, really become a huge trough for every belly in the city, and unless you enjoy standing in a huage pack waiting for a piece of pizza or a bag of over-priced chocolate-chip cookies, you are better off going someplace else. Really, once is quite enough. Go if you must, but we're sure you will soon agree...
Okay, it's around midnight and you're hungry. What do you do? If you're a true American youth, you'll head for the junk food. And the Square is replete with junk food, particularly that all-American favorite, pizza. Some people, you know, just don't feel their days (or nights) are complete unless they get to fry the roofs of their mouths with hot tomato sauce and gooey cheese. So for those fanatics, and even for normal folks who like to challenge their alimentary canals now and then, here's the scoop on pizzerias in the Square...
...Pizza--Linden St. Once upon a time there was this guy named Joe who owned a pizzeria across Mass Ave from the Yard. Joe was, to put it mildly, something of an eccentric--he drove a hearse to work, for example. And he decorated his place with portraits of all the presidents, an incredibly tacky nude, and a salute to Christopher Columbus (the godfather of pizza, apparently). Oh yeah, he also served pizza, and would, on request, launch into half-English, half-Italian tirades about anything and nothing. His pizza was something less than great--greasy, soggy and altogether none...
...been tending bar at a local dining spot. "As long as they don't throw me a piña colada, I'm O.K.," says Uzielli, who is the ex of Henry Ford's younger daughter, Anne. Uzies will specialize in Italian cooking, including pizza. "I don't like the word pizza. It cheapens it," says Uzielli. By any name, his will cost $8 a slice...
Giovanna is sitting in a car outside her father's villa in the Via dei Villini. She is eating a pizza. Suddenly a van appears and three masked men jump out, seize Giovanna and bundle her off before she has time to sing one note. The villains bring her to a hiding place not far from her home. The police, in search of Aldo Moro, ring the kidnapers' doorbell on two occasions. When no one answers they go away. A few days later, the villains wrap up their captive in a plastic bag and drive to a more remote hideout...