Haunted pizza
I’m a bit short on energy tonight (half the city is down with a virus, and I’m one of those in the virussed-half) so instead of a proper post, I’m giving you a link to something absolutely fascinating.
Imagine having a pizza parlour where once was a funeral parlour. Imagine leaving all the funereal signs up. Just to add to the strangeness, the building in question was a Jewish funeral parlour (you can read the words Chevra Kadisha - the top line of Hebrew in the sign with the most words) and the speciality of this particular restaurant is pork.
Thank goodness I can’t eat pork and so have a cast-iron excuse not to buy potentially haunted pizza.
(I can almost hear Trudi telling me to put evil Gillian away, but evil Gillian enjoyed finding that story and might hang around in the background for a bit. Evil Gillian will generously refrain from making jokes about long pork, however.)
food history, Chicky Pig’s, pizza, chevra kadisha




August 4th, 2007 at 12:53 pm
Gillian, thank you for linking to that Gawker entry about the pizza place. While initially horrified, the comments after the post still have me laughing.
Hope you’re feeling better soonest.
August 5th, 2007 at 5:47 pm
Lots of shocking puns :).