Sometimes on a day off I stop by a local spot that I like to call 'Classic Rock Pizza.' The walls are decorated with various photos and autographs of rock stars, including Ozzy Osbourne and Ace Frehley. I nurse a grudge against Mr. Frehley deriving from the evening of November 18, 1987, when he failed to appear for a concert at a delicate, early moment in my headbanging career.
It's also very close to the neighboring parish church, which I can always count on to be a quiet spot for solitude, quiet, and prayer.
Pictured: chicken parm slice, can of seltzer (I'm so NY), and Breviarium Romano-Seraphicum.