There’s something delightful about grabbing a slice from Mineo’s. It’s not that I’m the type of person who will be murdered on a Mineo’s pizza stone before I try another slice, far from it. I think my emotional attachment to Mineo’s started when me and my partner in pizza, Christa, lived a block away from Mineo’s. It became tradition that whenever there was a chance of a blizzard during the Pittsburgh winter we’d call a “Pizza Emergency” and saunter down to Mineo’s to stock up on blizzard supplies.
You’d be surprised how effective a six-pack of beer, a few slices of pizza and a salad are at fending off a blizzard.
The picture above is from Mineo’s, but not during a “Pizza Emergency.” I highly recommend attaching food to terrifying weather conditions. Maybe even begin a “Taco Tornado Warning” or a “Hoagie Hurricane."