The super-thin, cheesy, rectangular pizza, with its crispy undercarriage and savory tomato sauce, had been made in Italian-American kitchens for generations. Long before anyone thought to give it a catchy name, Italian grandmothers were stretching dough into ordinary household pans, topping them with whatever ingredients were available, and feeding their families.

End of an Era The worst part of life is death. Profound, right? Maybe some Greek philosopher chiseled that into stone or I heard Tupac rap about it, but it's true. Typically, though, it's the death of a loved one, or worse, in my case—a cat. But every once in a while, something else comes to an end, and the loss hits you harder than you ever imagined it would. Not because of what it was, but because of what it represented. A point in time. A reminder of a younger version of y

Fresh Slice of Beach Pizza As a Jersey guy, I caught all the familiar summer feels driving into Hampton, New Hampshire. The briny aroma, a sudden pocket of stinky fish air chased with a clean breeze…it could have been home. Even Ocean Boulevard, which stretches along the coast from the Granite State into Massachusetts and beyond, felt like the Jersey Shore. Seafood shacks, t-shirt shops, families walking from their motels to the beach. No big rides, and probably a lot less ha

$2.00 Mini or a Giant Thumb Every state has its official "stuff"—a bird, flower, maybe even a fish. But Rhode Island is the only one with a state palate cleanser. You know when you’re at a wedding and that little bowl of sorbet gets served sometime between the penne vodka and the Chilean sea bass? That’s basically Del’s Frozen Lemonade. For over 75 years, that waxy yellow-and-green paper cup has been refreshing Rhode Islanders with its tart, slightly sweet frozen lemonade. An