And then there's Danielle, who calls me The Pizza Monster, because no matter what, I'll always eat (probably overeat) pizza. Doesn't matter from where, or when, I'll eat it.
We recently visited the original Frank Pepe in New Haven, so I don't know if I've still got pizza on the brain, but I saw a post on Serious Eats for the documentary The Best Thing I Ever Done, and not to be overly pun-ish, but watching this 16 min. documentary on Di Fara Pizza on Avenue J in Brooklyn, well, it's the best thing I...you get the point:
I'm telling you, if you have an appreciation for pizza, or honesty, or a life lived in pursuit of a singular dream, a nose to the grindstone (or the oven, as it may be), if you spend time wondering what the fuck is the meaning of waking up everyday, and happiness, and all that bullshit--then, I think you will really, really appreciate this 16 min. homage to what it means to do one thing and do it well.
And there are also the pearls of wisdom, straight from the mouth of Domenico DeMarco:
I think I dedicated my life to this. It's what I wanna do, you know. You must love what you do, if you no love what you do, don't do it. Some people, they say, "I hate my job." So what do they do it for, you know?
And please don't suck your teeth at what, on the surface, looks to be more of that bubble gum psychology, self-help banal-ness. The above italicized quote is the broken English credo of a man who looks down at his hands and estimates that he's made over a million pizzas, has taken one vacation in twenty years.
There's an honesty captured in The Best Thing I Ever Done that is indescribable.
You'll feel it, I promise.
