Clicking in to the Slice inbox today, we've got ... an email from a guy in some band or other.
Hi, Adam,
I posted a review of Di Fara's on my band's website, http://site.yeahyeahyeahs.com/, that I thought you would be interested in checking out.
Dom for president!
Best regards,
Brian
Guess California pizza just doesn't cut it for Drew Carey: the comedian loves the pizzas from Antonio's in Parma, Ohio, so much that he's having 45 pies delivered by UPS all the way to Los Angeles to celebrate the season finale of his CBS game show, The Price is Right. The order is a pricey $450, not including shipping. Talk about pizza loyalty...
Gothamist has a good bit about limited-edition punk-rock pizza boxes at Pizza Shop on Avenue A. The first 1,500 punk-rock pizza boxes will feature an image of the Clash on them. The next edition will be the Ramones, Gothamist says. And Grub Street reports that Pizza Shop has commissioned Arturo Vega, the dude who did the Ramones' logo, to design its pizza box. Very cool. 110 Avenue A, New York NY 10009 (at 7th Street; map); 212-614-9798
Are you a good cook?
I think I'm really pretty good actually. I think that's one of the reasons my boyfriend's into me. At first I cooked and he was like wow, that's so cool. Then we started cooking together. And he makes this amazing pizza from scratch. And this beer-can chicken! In your day, every day, you have to eat. So why not enjoy it immensely? [Los Angeles Times]
When humorist David Sedaris needs to make some extra cash, he resorts to delivering pizza, "right to your door in 30 bleak anecdotes or less—or your irony is free!" While standing in your doorway, he'll regale you with anecdotes from his bleak childhood and even eat your pizza, for no extra charge!
After the jump, watch the best/most potentially awkward pizza delivery ever, acted out by sketch comedy group Weak Nights. [via Defamer]
From the New York Times editorial page today:
Mr. Gorbachev has been on this journey before. Ten years ago, he did a TV spot for Pizza Hut that drew considerable scorn. In the ad, he feeds a slice to his 10-year-old granddaughter while Russians debate whether he sold them out or brought them freedom. He argued at the time that he needed money for his foundation.
Morrissey. If you're familiar with the man and his music, the word mope springs to mind long before mozzarella does.
Although, with nicknames like "Moz" or "Mozzer," you might be excused were you to search for a pizza connection to the former Smiths frontman and lyricist. Such was the case this morning when I plopped down at my desk after having seen the man in action at New York's Hammerstein Ballroom last night.
In fact, the evening started with a couple slices of pizza at nearby New York Pizza Suprema. Doors opened early for the show, so my fellow fans and I wanted something quick and easy as we were already a bit late. I won't go into Suprema details here; suffice it to say that the place kicks out a satisfying slice when you're hard up for good pizza near the Madison Square Garden–Penn Station area. (You can read Ed Levine's take on Suprema here.)
What I'd like to do now is connect the dots between the savory slice and the supreme Smith himself. What follows are those odd intersections where pizza meets Morrissey and Morrissey meets pizza.
I forgot to blog this earlier today. A bunch of celebs and food world big machers named their favorite New York pizzerias. It's in the Daily News:
Martha Stewart: Luzzo's
Rocco DiSpirito: "The white pizza in the bar area at The Modern."
Help NYDailyNews.com choose New York's best pizza! [New York Daily News]
Today is the 30th anniversary of the death of Elvis Presley, an event marked by a Hajj of Elvis impersonators heading to Memphis.
To mark the occasion, I did a little digging to see what type of connection Mr. Presley might have had with pizza.
There's talk that, during his decline, a good portion of his weight came from pepperoni pizzas—in addition to the fried peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches he's was famously fond of. But from what I could tell, that's all hearsay. There's no way to know if Elvis truly was fond of spicy pepperoni pies.
I did find Elvis Pizza in Rushcutters Bay, Australia, which features Friday and Saturday Elvis impersonator shows each week. Book in advance, kids.
After the jump, Elvis retrofitted into a Pizza Hut commercial.
Beatles pizzas, from a series of celebrity tribute pies at Angelina's Pizzeria in Cambridge, Vermont. [via Friend of Slice Kristan K., via Urban Honking]
I didn't know who this Joss Stone was until looking her up on Wikipedia, but I guess she's popular enough to have paparazzi take her picture while she visits from the UK. Blimey! She knows what to do while here, eh?
Stunt magician David Blaine loves Di Fara Pizza. He must have gone there after his latest trick, in which he submerged himself in a water-filled bubble:
While in the sphere, Blaine said, "I passed the time by pretending to be an astronaut, floating freely in space."He dreamed of his favorite restaurant, Di Fara's Pizzeria in the Midwood section of Brooklyn, where he goes after every stunt.
And here's from a wonderful interview Jeff Vandam did with Di Fara proprietor Dom Demarco for the New York Times:
"You want to know something? A lot of people, they pay more for a slice than they have to. That guy David Blaine, the guy who does the magic tricks? He was over here the other day. His bill was $75, but he gave me $100. He comes here all the time."
Blaine's high and dry [New York Post; via Gothamist]
Charred Bubbles, and Other Secrets of the Slice [New York Times; Times Select]
Heath Ledger. 3/29/2006. Lombardi’s Pizza. 32 Spring St. 8pm. Sat down with 2 friends, in the booth right next to me. No Michelle and baby Matilda. Ordered a sausage pizza. Looks like he likes the sausage, not just in the movies. (I’m sorry, bad joke).[Gawker Stalker]
The guy's a talented musician, to be sure, but dude could use some advice on pickin' a good pie. Sbarro?
And, wait: Isn't he vegan?
A tipster tipped us to the fact that Lower East Side coal-burner Luzzo's will be featured on Martha this morning. New Yorkers can tune in to the show on WNBC-4 at 11 a.m. Anyone else, check your local listings.
LUZZO'S
Location: 211-13 First Ave. (b/n 12th and 13th streets) [map]
Phone: 212-473-7447
FURTHER READING
Martha Visits East Village's Luzzo's [Slice Archives]
Jeffrey Steingarten on Coal-Oven Pizza [Slice Archives]
Luzzo's: New Coal-Oven Place in the City! [Slice Archives]
Luzzo's in the Post [Slice Archives]
The following cluster of photos will no doubt be bewildering. But bear with me. Today's theme is "lights." And lots of them. It's a theme that strings together the over-the-top Christmas decorations of Dyker Heights and the below-the-ankle action of Saturday Night Fever.
That, and the fact that both spectacles take place in roughly the same area of Brooklyn. After that, the association kinda falls apart.
From the New York Post's Page Six "Sightings" item today: "... Martha Stewart drawing applause as she entered Luzzo's on First Avenue for a three-hour feast of pasta and Neapolitan pizza ... "
FURTHER READING
New Coal-Oven Place in the City!
Luzzo's in the New York Post
Jeffrey Steingarten on Coal-Oven PIzza
From the November 28, 2005, issue of People magazine, a.k.a. the "Sexiest Man Alive" issue:
What, you thought we were interested in Matthew McConaughey?
And aren't Slice's editors the luckiest people in the world: A source brought it to our attention that Tricia Yearwood was on last Wednesday's Martha show and that pizza came up. Our tipster tells me that Ms. Stewart asked Ms. Yearwood if she had gone to any parties after the Country Music Awards. Ms. Yearwood said that she just went back to the hotel and ordered pizza. "What kind of pizza?" Martha asked. "Ray's, I think?" Yearwood replied.
Next time y'all visit our city, contact Slice, and we'll point you to some real famous pizza, yer durn tootin'.
"When you're 25, you can eat hamburgers and pizza and drink beer and stay out all night and come out the next day and drink a couple cups of coffee and just play. If I did that today, my heart would stop and I'd need a stretcher and an IV. I started kind of noticing that in my early 30's, and now that I'm in my mid-to-late 30's, it's even that much more." — Mike Piazza, catcher, New York Mets
As Bodies Mull Retirement, 2 Aging Baseball Stars Play On [New York Times]
Photograph by Sue Ogrocki/Reuters
Thanks to Jen for the heads-up on this one.
To celebrate the debut of her new primetime reality show, The Apprentice: Martha Stewart, Ms. Stewart threw two parties. One involved pizza. Details are in today's New York Post.
Unfortunately, Slice missed the pizza party, which is a shame because we were curious where the pies would come from. Still, we're somewhat familiar with Ms. Stewart's ways with pizza, as we took inspiration from a grilled-pizza story in the May 2004 issue of Living, and we've used her pizza sauce recipe on countless pies.
From the Sightings featurette in Page Six in today's New York Post: LEONARDO DiCaprio scarfing down three slices of pizza at DeMarco's on Houston Street.
DiCaprio in DeMarco's, eh? Three slices, eh? We'll take that as a celebrity endorsement of the place—a place that has generated much debate over the quality of its food and service.
FURTHER READING
All Slice posts on DeMarco's [The Slice Archives]
Like a decent number of Slice readers, I'm sure, I was saddened to learn of the death of James Doohan, a.k.a. Star Trek's "Scotty" or "Mr. Scott." I grew up watching Star Trek and enjoyed the cantankerous commander and his declarations—that he was doin' all he kin, cap'n. That she, the ship, canna take no more.
As is the case here at Slice, when a beloved public figure dies, we hit the Internets and see if the dearly departed had any connection to pizza. Mr. Doohan apparently did not, but we came across this page that posits what toppings Trek characters would order on their pizza.
Scotty's? "No more anchovies, cap'n! The tastebuds cannae hold it!"
Not that funny admittedly, but worth a chuckle or two.
Godspeed, Mr. Doohan! May you fare well in that undiscovered country.
James Doohan to be sent to his final frontier [CNN]
Trek character pizza orders [About.com]
Gossip weblog Gawker reports today that writer Salman Rushdie and wife, Padma Lakshmi (right), were at Mario Batali's Greenwich Village pizzeria, Otto, last night:
After waiting an hour for a table at Otto last night, we were finally seated near the entrance. It gave us a bird's-eye view of author Salman Rushdie and his wife, Padma Lakshmi (clad in a short, black fur coat, long black skirt with gold-sequin detailing and a pair of some sort of green snakeskin-like heels). Their literary-looking entourage had to wait along with everybody else. Lakshmi and half the entourage left the restaurant soon after they were seated.
It says something when pizza is the only thing more appealing to Michael Jackson jurors than the amusing antics of Wacko Jacko himself.
On Tuesday, the jury, of its own volition, tacked on 15 additional minutes to its 10-minute-long snack break. From the Scotsman:
Judge Rodney Melville has been running an unusually rigid schedule with no lunch hour, just three quick snack breaks during six hours of testimony – a hunger-inducing regimen he calls “the Melville diet.”When jurors took an extra 15 minutes getting back into their seats Tuesday, he offered an explanation.
“The Olive Garden heard a CNN report that the jurors were starving to death,” he announced. “So they sent over a bunch of pizzas.”
He said the jury “sent out an attack squadron” with word that they wanted time to eat their pizzas. “So now they’re full, and they can thank CNN,” he said.
Olive Garden? Any port in a storm, I suppose.
Slice on earlier Jacko-and-pizza wackiness.
Slice is happy to see Martha Stewart sprung from prison. We've admired Ms. Stewart's penchant for hard work and her great sense of humor for a few years now, and it's nice to see she's back in New York, the home of pizza, going about her business.
We actually owe Ms. Stewart a debt of gratitude for various and sundry bits of pizza information we've gleaned from her magazine. Slice's editor in chief often uses her recipe for pizza sauce in making pies of his own. (Though recent pizza literature suggests that an uncooked sauce is preferable to simmered recipes, which hers is; Slice may have to experiment.)
The May 2004 issue of Ms. Stewart's magazine Living (subscribe here) also inspired us to try our hand at grilled pizza, which is actually quite tasty and easier to make than you'd think.
So, thanks, Martha! And welcome home.
FURTHER READING
Slice grills pizza
Pizza features on marthastewart.com
Pizza recipes from marthastewart.com
[For those of you new to Slice, let me introduce E-Rock. E-Rock is our roving reporter. While the rest of the Slice staff remains safe and warm in New York City, with easy access to some of the world's best pizza, we send E-Rock out to do our dirty deeds: eating at and reporting on pizzerias in other parts of the country—and the world—that might not have the greatest pies. Most of his missions end in disappointment, but he seems to cope by viewing these crazy assignments as being more about the journey than the destination. Hunter S. Thompson has long been E-Rock's idol and, it's fair to say, has had great influence on E-Rock's writing. At Slice HQ, we've often called E-Rock "the Hunter S. Thompson of pizza writing." So it was with great sadness that we heard the news of Hunter's suicide almost two weeks ago. I asked E-Rock if he might like to write a fitting tribute for these pages. After some thought, a little recollection, and a lot of Wild Turkey, here it is. —Adam K., editor in chief]
A Rocky Mountain Downer Like No Other
"The man is clear in his mind, but his soul is mad."
— Dennis Hopper, in Apocalypse Now
Hunter S. Thompson, 1937–2005; photograph from HST archives
WORDS AND PHOTOGRAPHS BY E-ROCK .::. Last month I was in the home state of my recently deceased idol, Hunter S. Thompson. E-Rock wasn’'t there to see the Good Doctor—I never had the pleasure of knowing him. I was in the mountains on other business. However, I wish I had made the journey to the Woody Creek Tavern, his favorite haunt, to possibly get one last drink in his presence.
E-Rock was lucky enough, however, to have had two encounters in the past with Mr. Thompson, once in Woody Creek, Colorado, the other in Lawrence, Kansas.
The first time I ran into Thompson was while driving across country from Las Vegas, fittingly enough, about 10 years ago. Some friends and I decided to take a detour to Woody Creek. We drove around the town, and finally found the Doctor's “fortified compound,” where we left a Smith & Wesson baseball cap and a bottle of whiskey near his front gate. I was too terrified to approach his home, known as the Owl Farm, the grounds of which were famous as home to roving packs of peacocks, Dobermans, random explosions, and heavy substance abuse.
Not quite satisfied with our visit, we headed to the Woody Creek Tavern (right), a small, shacklike bar. We pulled into the parking lot and knew right away that we were going to have a fucked-up experience: Parked out front was a red Chevy convertible, an early '70s model. It was a replica of the Red Shark, one of the vehicles Thompson rented and trashed during his masterpiece saga, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.
I can'’t remember the exact circumstances anymore. For some reason, my buddy "Jackknife" went into the bar a full five minutes before E-Rock did. Maybe I was rearranging the luggage in the trunk. Who knows. Jackknife walked back out into the parking lot, stark white with a terrified look in his eye, like he had just watched one of his pet cats get raped and impaled in front of him.
“He'’s here,” Jackknife wheezed. “It'’s him.”
Even the beautiful people can't resist knoshing on a slice or two. An item on Nicky Hilton and pizza, from today's Page Six:
Dating an heiress comes with a perk or two, including free pizza. After partying at Miami's Mynt with Paris Hilton and Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen, Kevin ("Entourage") Connolly and girlfriend Nicky Hilton [right] snuck away to grab a few slices at a local shop. After ordering, Hilton paused before pulling out cash to pay, a PAGE SIX spy reports. It seemed she was waiting for Connolly to pick up the tab. Connolly's rep said neither she nor he paid for the pizza. "It was already paid for," the spokeswoman said mysteriously. Reps for Hilton did not return calls.
From David Byrne's tour journal, dated December 02:
Went to Arturo's on Houston st to hang with band members Tracy, and Paul, former bandmember Lara, Tracy's friend Jason and the guy in the string quartet Ethel, whose birthday it was. Everyone was eating pizza and drinking carafes of red wine. Arturo's is a weird combination of 2 throwbacks in one - it's a jazz bar, where regulars sing standards and musicians often stop by after a session or gig and sit in. It's also a neighborhood pizza restaurant (the pizza's aren't bad) that is friendly, noisy and slightly chaotic.The owner, whom I've never met, fills the walls with paintings. Some odd looking portraits and some typical Greenwich Village scenes. His daughter Lisa is often there and says hello- I asked her what's up with the funky airplane models hanging from the ceiling and she said her dad decided no more paintings; he’s going to do airplane models now.
The place is a neighborhood joint. There are a lot of regulars. It's not the sort of place that would get reviewed or mentioned in the trendy guides to NYC. The piano sits smack in the middle of the front room, the upright bass player squeezes into a corner and a drummer plays a rudimentary kit made out of a snare, hi-hat and one cymbal. He almost blocks the entrance to the kitchen; he's wedged right against the piano. Singers grab a hand mike and have to dodge waiters and folks who want to use the restroom. The bathroom has a bathtub in it. A big one. I wonder how many people have fallen in there, or if the staff sometimes decides to have a hot bath.
A pear shaped woman begins to sing to enthusiastic applause. Someone mentions to me that she is the mother of Savion Glover- the famous young tap dancer. I can see the resemblance, in the face at least. Her hair is a mixture or black and gray and is wound in a tight vortex, like Kim Novak's in Vertigo. She sings a standard and she's great, astounding.
She sings another and then sits down at a nearby booth with some friends. The pianist shows Paul from my band some chord charts then he sits at the booth behind the singer, near the kitchen door. He begins furiously focusing on some music scores he has with him, spreading them out across the tabletop. He's oblivious to the scene.
A man named Jimmy takes the mike. He had introduced himself to me earlier- "I do Thursday nights" was how he put it. Jimmy's hair is hard to describe. It's like a combination of a mullet and a Mohawk, but super slicked back. He's got on a black jacket and a tie with big yellow trumpets on it. He sings a standard (they all do, except Paul, who does Stevie Wonder)- he puts his heart and soul into it.
The audience at Arturo's, which not a very big place, are usually a mixed bunch- some are paying attention to the singer, some are shoving food into their mouths and some are talking to friends. Not an ideal audience by any means, but it doesn't seem to deter anyone here.
Jimmy disappears for a second. He has an Asian pianist who has his eyes closed and maybe he doesn't notice Jimmy’s absence. Jimmy immediately reappears in a cream colored jacket carrying a matching cream-colored umbrella. He immediately launches into "Pennies From Heaven", and one gathers these are the props he keeps on hand for this number "Ev'ry time it rains, it rains...pennies from heaven" --and up goes the umbrella, in the middle of this crowded room. Pizza's being served up and folks ordering wine using hand gestures. No one here seems fazed or the least surprised by the umbrella gag. Jimmy's jazzing up the song, scatting and improvising- it's almost unrecognizable at times. He sometimes acts out the lyrics at the same time- holding his hands in a praying gesture or grabbing Mrs. Glover to dance a step or two. They make an improbable couple. Now he's got a little black hat on too. At one point his singing is so impassioned that he abandons the mic on the piano near the tip jar and begins hopping, really hopping, around the room singing at the top of his lungs.
Not pizza-related, but an entry from Halloween that goes to show why we've long admired Mr. Byrne, from his Talking Heads days through his solo records through his career as a visual artist:
I cook dinner for Malu and her boyfriend. I am dressed as a Mexican Wrestler. I hope I scared him when he came over and I answered the door—I was in a red jump suit and a silver wrestling mask.Made a pumpkin pie. My first.
Words By Seltzerboy .::. Ever wonder how a shy Jewish kid from Minnesota’s Iron Range ends up becoming one of America’s most profound cultural figures? Slice offers no novel answers regarding Bob Dylan’s ascension to a pinnacle attained by few others. Still, now is a fine time to offer an interesting clue—well, interesting for pizza-blog-reading Dylanphiles.
Before hitchhiking his way from Minneapolis to Greenwich Village, Mr. Dylan toiled at any number of below-the-radar joints around the Twin Cities, including a St. Paul pizza shop known as the Purple Onion. In fact, after a gig there on a snowy winter’s night in 1961, Mr. Dylan shacked up in the back room of the restaurant (cut him some slack; these gigs paid no more than $5 a night) to catch some shut-eye. At the crack of dawn, Mr. Dylan awoke, suddenly realizing that “the Twin Cities had gotten a little too cramped, and there was only so much you could do. … The town was beginning to feel like a mud puddle.” Next stop, West 4th Street. While Chronicles: Volume One, Mr. Dylan’s long-awaited memoir, is filled with scintillating scenes, this one jumps off the page—well, at least for pizza-blog-writing Dylanphiles.
Most people think it was his thirst to find Woody Guthrie [Himself a longtime resident of Coney Island, home of Totonno's—Ed.] and Joan Baez that brought him here. We don’t doubt the veracity of that notion. Still, we couldn’t help but wonder if sauce-and-cheese dreams sealed the deal for his sojourn east. Considering his vast societal contributions, we’ll look past Mr. Dylan’s soporific experience during his final night at the Purple Onion and even forgo any implications about the pie quality in the North Star State (having never been to the Midwest, I’ll leave the pizza brouhahas to the Slice maven). Besides, while New York may have pizza and music written all over it—with little doubt that both scenes were far superior in 1961—I’d like to give a tip of the pizza peel to any place that combines these two elements. Come to think of it, if something like this existed around these parts, I’d probably make such a restaurant my overnight quarters, too.
Two years passed before Mr. Dylan would conclude side two of his second studio recording, The Freewheelin' Bob Dylan, with “I Shall Be Free. Included in that song was what we believe to be his first mention of our favorite delicacy in song:
Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote/
He’s a runnin’ for office on the ballot note/
He’s out there preachin’ in front of the steeple/
Tellin’ me he loves all kinds of people/
He’s eatin’ bagels/
He’s eatin’ pizza/
He’s eatin’ chitlins/
He’s eatin’ bullshit
The Slice Academy may have been too hasty in giving Ted Leo/Pharmacists the award for Best Supporting Location in a Music Video last week. But to avoid a Paul Hamm–style debacle, we'll create a new category: Best Use of a Pizzeria in a Music Video. How these awards categories differ, we don't know. Don't care, either. They're not real awards anyway.
Without further ado, the winner is LL Cool J for "Hush/Shake It Baby" (above).
"The [New York] Post caught up with [David Lee] Roth last week as the 1980s icon grabbed a slice of pepperoni pizza after sitting for hours in an ambulance waiting for a call."
And why, as the Post reports, was Mr. Roth eating pizza after waiting in an ambulance for a call?
It seems he's in training to become a paramedic here in the city:
Legendary Van Halen frontman David Lee Roth has stopped "runnin' with the devil" to do God's work — riding ambulances in gritty neighborhoods throughout the city to become a paramedic.The famed rocker has cut his trademark blond mane and dropped his celebrity persona so he can ride unrecognized with ambulance crews in The Bronx, Manhattan and Brooklyn several nights a week.
We know: Tenuous link with pizza at best. But how cool is it that the next time you choke on a slice, Diamond Dave might show up to give you the Heimlich?
From a UK website called FemaleFirst, this story about actor Christian Bale packing on the pounds to star as Batman:
American Psycho star Christian Bale was so determined to beef up to play Batman just six weeks after playing an emaciated machine operator in The Machinist he made himself sick by gorging on pizza and ice-cream.The actor lost a third of his body weight for The Machinist and only had a few weeks to bulk up to impress producers as a potential Caped Crusader in Batman Begins....
"In doing so I overdid it because I was enjoying gorging. I was ignoring advice about taking it slowly because my stomach had shrunk, and I should just go with soups. I was straight into pizza and ice-cream and eating five meals in a sitting...."
The New York Times Boldface Names column is absolutely obsessed with pizza. Exhibit: This is the THIRD time this year that the delicious dish has made a cursory appearance therein. (Here are Numbers One and Two.)
We're pressed for time at Slice at the moment, so I'll let the column's lede speak for itself:
PASCAL ROSTAIN and BRUNO MOURON are in town for the opening of their exhibition, "Star Trash,'' at the Star Trash Store in SoHo. For $6,000 you can buy one of their pieces, which include the celebrity refuse of MARLON BRANDO, CLINT EASTWOOD, JACK NICHOLSON, LIZ TAYLOR and CHARLIZE THERON. Meeting Mr. Rostain at a Tuesday party at Le Bernardin, where guests sipped Veuve Clicquot and ate lobster ravioli against a background of framed garbage, our Boldface correspondent did her best to contain her disgust.
Pizza, generating the amount of refuse that it does, had to take a bow in this collection. And which celeb contributes his pizza detritus to the menagerie? John Travolta, oh he of double-slice-fistin'-in-Saturday-Night-Fever pizza-eatin' fame:
He demonstrated, opening his eyes very widely and peering closely at a box of macaroni and cheese from the JOHN TRAVOLTA piece. It includes water bottles, a Fed-Ex box that contained the pizza that Mr. Rostain claims Mr. Travolta has flown in from Chicago every day, a SARA LEE cake container and cans of baked beans. No wonder the guy has had a weight problem.
Oh the horror! How is it that the man who played Tony Manero and Vinny Barbarino, of Bay Ridge and Bensonhurst, respectively, how can this man fly in Chicago pizza? The man was born in Englewood, New Jersey, fercryinout. He should know his pizza.
Proof that Hollywood—or perhaps Scientology—corrupts.
Speaking of pizza in movies, Page Six reports that actor Robert Downey Jr. was at Dino's Pizzeria in Astoria filming a movie:
A pregnant Debra Messing, from NBC's Will & Grace fesses up to her bun-in-the-oven-induced cravings. An interview with Access Hollywood host Nancy O'Dell:
"Are you craving anything?" asked Nancy.
"I'm just burping all the time," laughed Debra.
"Are you having any special cravings?" asked Nancy.
"They keep changing. I went through a big, health cereal with blueberries phase, where I was eating it three times a day. Then, I went through a fast food burger phase. Now I'm settling into pizza pretty well. I'm liking that," revealed Debra. "I'm also liking grapes these days."
Uh oh. Better make that a grape-topped pizza.
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