Temptation knocks

I recently heard a coworker compare pizza to sex, since even bad pizza is better than no pizza at all.  This will undoubtedly pose a challenge to our friend Mark since he recently took a job at one of the best pizza parlor/bars in the greater New York area (all you pizza enthusiasts note that I said "one of" - I'm not trying to get into pissing contest over who's pizza is better).

If you've never heard of Colony Grill you either don't live in the greater Stamford area or your a particularly strong willed member of an al Queda.

Feast your eyes on this delightful melody of processed meat, cheese and saturated dough slow cooked to perfection and drizzled with spicy hot oil:

There are no menus but even if there were the only thing they'd have on them is pizza.  Don't even try to order a salad, pasta dish, or coffee because they don't have it.  And you better come prepared to pay cash (no credit cards) or you'll be using their convenient ATM to dispense some after a convenience (for them) charge of $2.

Nonetheless, Colony is in a class of its own as one of the most tempting meals I've come to know.  Perhaps his loyalties as a customer helped secure Mark the laudable position of waiter/bartender.  And therein lies the dilemna.  Now that he can have all the pizza he could cram down his throat one slice would devastate his delicately balanced diet.

That doesn't mean the rest of us can't enjoy the spoils of his labor.

Thanks for bringing one back for me buddy!  Hope you don't mind me eating it here.