Santarpio's, Friday, 6pm.
A short walk from the Maverick T station and a 10 minute wait out front. A big table in the back room, with a breeze coming in through the open window. A waitress who called me "hon." A big, cheesy pizza with mushrooms, olives, and peppers, split three ways. And a carafe of white wine too.
Happy weekend.
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