Sometimes I become overwhelmed with a burning desire to hop on a plane and fly straight to New York. When I get this urge, I slip on a pair of flats and walk to Andolini’s.

It is here that I am able to get as close to New York as possible. I do this by indulging in a slice of NY style pizza. 

There are no whistles or bells. Just pizza, salads and calzones. 

But it feels right.

Person I would take as my date: Anyone that enjoys a slice of NY style pizza