Our pizzeria...

This past Friday night I ditched Rafa to spend an evening with my sister. Most of the times that I leave him during dinnertime, Rafa usually gets takeout - a pie of pizza from our favorite pizzeria, Trio. He called me Friday night that Trio wasn't picking up its line, and we joked that how dare they go on vacation and not tell us!

Yesterday, we walked by Trio and saw the gate down and no note - we thought the worst, they went out of business! The blood drained from my face - no, really! We love Trio - it is the best pizza in our neighborhood, dare I say all of New York. They just renovated, how could they go out of business?

Then, tonight, while blog-surfing (there are a lot of NYC foodies out there!) I came across a pizza site with a link to the following story. A Range Rover crashed into Trio, pinning a worker there, and that's why the gate was down. I couldn't believe how foolish I was caring about the pizzeria closing. Someone got severly hurt and was in the hospital all the while I was worried that I would have to find a pizza fix somewhere else.

I dare not think what would have happened if the accident occurred only hours later, right around the time Rafa would have been there to pick up his pizza pie. I dare not think about that...

Anyway, this is not really foodie-related. But I have opened up my life to all of you, and you could see the many colors of my home, Avenue U. This is another part of the story, albeit a sad one.