Today's the day of the NYC Marathon. So, while we may contemplate those amazing people who run, and the incredible shape they keep their bodies in -- here's something from the dark side,from the anti-health and fitness world: fried pizza at The Atlantic Chip Shop.
I have never been to the Shop, even though it's mere blocks from my home. I want to. The fact that they "fry anything" scares me. But fried pizza scares me in a good way. Honestly, this rates right up there with the moment that chocolate and peanut butter came together: too much temptation! Arrgh! I don't need to know about it.
There's a nice video at the link where the owner of the place blames it all on the "crazy Scots."
Didja ever notice the difference between "fried" and "friend" is just one little letter? Don't be fooled!
I gotta go and take a healthful walk now. (ANd, NO, I'm not going to walk toward the Chip Shop.) Just thinking about this is going to clog up an artery.
Hat tip pitu.