I grew up in a quiet suburb dying to leave as soon as I entered high school. By a twist of fate (or inevitability) I've returned to a suburban town and there are moments of dread and appreciation in equal measure. The discoveries are small but all the more rewarding for that. This pizzeria was in a non-descript little building and was recommended by my friendly neighborhood cab driver. In its neon desolation it reminded me a little bit of a Hopper painting. Waiting for our order there was hardly any sound except for the hum of neon. I love those moments.