Pizza is a big deal in New York. Authentic New York-style pie is cut into large, wide slices with a thin, foldable crust. I had plans to meet a friend after work last night for a drink, so Chris told me that he was going to introduce Mason to his first slice on the way home from school. I felt a little torn about missing this monumental milestone in my little New Yorker’s life, but I couldn’t deny Chris such a perfect father-son moment.
My only requests? Please try to get him a slice with veggies on it. And take lots of photos! He took the photo, but there was no green anywhere on that pie. You win some, you lose some…:)
The boys went to a pizzeria near school on Second Avenue, in midtown East, and Chris purchased two giant slices of pizza. Bug looked perplexed. What was this thing? So Chris made the first move. He picked up his slice, folded it in half, and took a bite. Mason mimicked his daddy’s actions–and, like the true New Yorker he is, he loved every bite. (Of the three of us, Mason was the only one who was actually born in the city; my roots are Midwestern, and Chris is from the south.)
I showed a photo of Mason eating his slice (above) to my coworker Jessica this morning, and told her that Chris was so proud of Mason for eating his slice folded–the “right” way. She sent me this clip from the Daily Show in which John Stewart makes fun of Donald Trump for taking Sarah Palin to a, gasp, inauthentic pizzeria in Times Squares and, double gasp, eating his jumbo slice with a knife and fork. Stewart makes the crack, “Based on how you eat pizza, Donald, I want to see your long-form birth certificate. I don’t think you were really born in New York!” (An obvious reference to Trump’s part in the hoopla about President Obama’s birth certificate). Pretty hysterical. Check it out!