I went to my favorite pizza place in the world this afternoon for lunch, Campo de' Fiori, located in the arcade of Holyoke Center. Although its namesake in Rome just happens to be where they burned my putative ancestor, Giordano Bruno, on February 17th in 1600, that's not why I eat there. The Roman-style pizza they make is to die for (that may have been a poor choice of words, however!). Mmmm. Bacon pizza with artichokes eaten messily sitting under a tree in Harvard Yard on a sunny autumn day- can life get any better?

The answer is no.