Either it was a shooting star or an engine off of a passing plane, but either way something burning and falling from the sky came a falling just as I was looking up for no reason on the walk home. So I made a wish. Fast. And, Lord help me, I can't remember what that wish was. I hope it was good. :: If you've ever paid more for pizza then it was worth, you've heard of Sbarro. I hate Sbarro. Not only because of their terrible pizza and outragously high prices. Actually, that's about it. So anyway, despite spending ridiculous sums of money on their piss poor pizza, I hate Sbarro. Along my walk home everyday, I pass by this classic italian delicatessan/pizzaria, where the meat hangs in the window and the cheese is proudly on display. And then one day, it closed. The old lady owner had finally had enough. The Italians are moving out. It was time to move on. One day I pass on the other side of the street, and I notice the awning. Sbarro. And I shake my head. Another fine traditional neighborhood store crushed under the corporate fist, and the world gets a little more bland. That is, until i reread the sign and talk to my neighbors. Turns out, this was the original Sbarro. The place where it all started. And the old lady that started it all? A cranky old meanie. That's about right.