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Word: pizzas (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Pizza is a food to revel in, to rejoice at. Italian, Greek, golden brown or even cold, it's the friendliest of foods. Were there a God, there would be no more dry cleaners or used record stores, only pizzerias...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Cuisine Art in Cambridge: The Great Dining Hall Escape | 8/15/1980 | See Source »

...that reckoning Harvard and environs is about as close as you can get to the pearly gates. For $3, there are pizza places at every turn. Many come from the traditional model--white signs with red letters and owners named Kelly. But some are truly superlative...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Cuisine Art in Cambridge: The Great Dining Hall Escape | 8/15/1980 | See Source »

...call Pinnochio's (74 Winthrop St.) and order a pizza, the man at the other end of the phone will say "numma sity-fif," which is your number, necessary for collection of the pie. "Ten, fifteen minutes," he will add. It will always take at least 15 minutes, but Pinnochio's is worth the wait. The pacesetter in the Square, Pinnochio's serves consistently well-cooked pizza, and offers generous portions at reasonable prices. There used to be two Pinnochio's, but Harvard, landlord at one of the locations, decided it had other plans for the building. It is still...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Cuisine Art in Cambridge: The Great Dining Hall Escape | 8/15/1980 | See Source »

...Harvard Pizza, just back of the Lampoon Castle, is open late almost every night. Should you be strolling past late one Saturday night and see activity inside, go in. Pizza spread out on formica, the t.v. on top of the Coke machine, this is the only place to watch Saturday Night Live...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Cuisine Art in Cambridge: The Great Dining Hall Escape | 8/15/1980 | See Source »

Three steps away from the blind Jew is a little Italian guy twirling an embryonic pizza at the counter of La Trattoria, one of the many sidewalk ethnic food joints which are wedged into former storefornts. Staring aimlessly into the passing traffic, the pizzaman seems as blind as his neighbor. Asking the pizzaman for his name seems a sure bet to end the conversation, so he too, remains anonymous...

Author: By Paul M. Barrett, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: 'I'm in a New York State of Mind' | 8/12/1980 | See Source »

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