A $3.75 slice at 2 am is a different food than the same slice at noon. I will die on this hill.
At noon, it's lunch. At 2 am, it's a decision. It means you're still out. It means you said one more drink and meant it. It means your feet hurt in a good way and the L is running on a weekend schedule and that's fine, you'll walk.
My favorite night this year was a Wednesday. No reason. Five of us, folded slices in hand, standing under the awning of a 2nd Avenue pizzeria that has been there since before any of us were born. Oil on our wrists. A boy I liked then and don't love now making me laugh so hard I nearly dropped the whole thing.
You won't remember the dinners. You'll remember the slice.
Eat the slice.
✦
Love,
Pooja