Drew and I went to San Diego last weekend to eat good pizza and celebrate his birthday. I have decided that I have a love-hate relationship with San Diego. I love San Diego and all the things to see and eat, but I hate navigating the roads. We didn't get lost, but we made plenty of wrong turns.
We started the day in Old Town, which is this historic section of San Diego that's been reincarnated as a tourist attraction. It's very tourist-y but still fun to walk around and duck in and out of the little shops.

We started the day in Old Town, which is this historic section of San Diego that's been reincarnated as a tourist attraction. It's very tourist-y but still fun to walk around and duck in and out of the little shops.
The next day, we headed to Bronx Pizza in search of good New York style pizza. (I should tell you that we had already eaten at Pizzeria Luigi the night before, a great New York style pizza place that I raved about in an earlier post) I guess you could call this the battle of the pizzas. Bronx Pizza did not disappoint, and the pizza was infinitely better than most anything I've eaten in Orange County. (however, Drew and I decided that we still prefer Pizzeria Luigi) Bronx Pizza was cute and low key; there were loads of Yankees memorabilia on the wall. (I snapped pictures for Drew, but I can't bring myself to post them here)
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