Where Carbs are Kosher: We're Not In LA Anymore

A scene from my lunch near Brick Lane.





Note the ratio of toppings to crust on my pizza.

And yet, I ate the whole thing, bottom to top, top to bottom, with hardly an eye bat (well, maybe one) in the direction of carb-consuming guilt; an utterly inconceivable act less than a year ago.

The LA in me is going, going, g . . .