Ralpho’s
If you ever find yourself in New York City for, say, a job interview or some other urgent business, and you happen to saunter across the Hudson to Ridgefield, New Jersey, I have two words for you: Ralpho’s Pizza.
Ralpho is basically my new best friend. For a mere $14.50 he provided me with an extra large pepperoni pizza, a tub full of baked ziti, a loaf of fresh-baked bread, and a 20-ounce beverage. What the heck? Not only did I get to enjoy some unbelievably delicious pizza and assorted Italian cuisine, I was only able to eat about a third of all this before the contentment set in. Looks like I don’t have to worry about starving to death on the drive home. Did I mention this guy bakes his own bread from scratch? I did? Just making sure.
I will never again mock New Jersey for its full-service gas stations and myriad toll roads, for it has given me something that only a good-hearted state could offer. It has given me Ralpho’s, and its doors are sure to be open for you too.
I mean, wow. Bonus baked ziti!