After Santina and I finished up our shopping at Marc and poking our heads into a couple other shops on Fillmore, it was time to meet up with Ben and head to lunch.
Tony's was the name, pizza was the game. (Did I really just write that? I am quite tired.) Seriously, Tony's is the best pizza I have ever had. Or maybe I have just been away from the east coast for so long that I have forgotten what good pizza tastes like. Either way, it was amazing. I ate way too much and loved every bite. We got three pizzas: a Sicilian margherita, an American style primavera (pesto sauce, cheese, fresh tomato, and fresh burrata), and a coal fired original pie with cheese. It's so hard to say which was the best because they were all so different and so good in their own ways, but I am going to have to make a call: the coal fired was the best. So good that we ate it before I remembered to take a picture.
Full to the brim, Santina and I took off for more shopping, this time at Zara in Union Square. It wasn't quite the extravaganza that Marc was. After eating so much and running around all day, the reality of my hangover exhaustion was setting in. We both managed to find and purchase some good stuff, but we needed to get home and rest up for the next feast.
Tomorrow's post: Dinner.