For dinner last night, we went to a pizza joint a short walk from the hotel. Sitting at the adjacent bar, enjoying our conveyor belt pizza (it was actually better than I make it sound,) when we overheard another couple talking about how this is not a good New Jersey pie.
Two guys at the bar join in, with the same lament. We, of course, chimed in. Pork roll, not Taylor Ham, was also brought up.
What are the odds that in a little bar 4,300 miles from New Jersey, in the interior of Alaska, 6 of the 7 occupants came from the Garden State?