Last week I went home for a few days. My mom came to visit me in Chicago and in the spur of the moment, we decided that I should go back with her. And so, I ended up driving back home with her…A whole 14 hours. It was a good trip though, my mom and I have a history of long road trips. From visiting boarding high schools across the country, to visiting colleges across the country, we’ve racked up our miles over the years. A little background: although I am from New York, I currently reside in New Jersey. I was born and raised in Harlem, New York and right before I started middle school my parents decided they were done with small apartment living. We lived in a small 3 bedroom 1 bath apartment in a 5 floor walk up building. Also, we lived on the 5th floor. This means that we were on the top floor of a building with no elevator. This meant that we had to walk up and down five flights of stairs anytime we left the house. One might say “Oh, thats not that bad”. No, it was bad. After working a 9-5 job, or grocery shopping, or doing laundry no one wants to then work on a stair master . It became exhausting, and we did it for about 6 years, so we moved to Jersey. Here’s where it gets interesting. My parents continued to work in New York and my little brother and I continued to go to school in New York. After middle school I went to boarding high school in Pennsylvania where I spent my time before moving to Chicago. My point being, the one place I ever had a life was in New York. I actually call New Jersey the place where I sleep and not live. Not to be funny, but because it’s the truth. All my friends are in New York (it’s actually the only city I can get around with ease). Even the friends I made at boarding school were from New York. Therefore, I am and always will consider myself a New Yorker. AAAANYWAY, I went back home for a little bit and hung out with an old friend from home. I met him at his house in the Bronx and we went exploring. We didn’t really have any plans but I was hoping to find a food truck along the way. And luckily, WE DID! here are a few pictures from my trip.

Now for the fun part! We just so happen to run into a food truck called “The Neapolitan Express”

Such a pretty truck! Now let’s take a look at the menu!

My friend and I ended up splitting the Spicy Salami. For a hefty price of $14…NOT including tax.

San Marzano tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella, fresh jalapeños, spicy Sopressata Salami, Parmigiano Reggiano D.O.P, Mikes’s Hot Honey, extra virgin olive oil.

Alrighty. So I have to be honest. I didn’t really like this pizza and I love pizza, I really really do; I mean I was practically raised on it. I think the concept of the pizza was good and creative. It was interesting enough that to some it could mean breaking out of their comfort zone, but it was close enough to what we all know and love as pizza. The crust was bland and didn’t taste like anything. I mean it had zero flavor. The sauce was yummy, so I do want to acknowledge that and give credit. The spicy salami was okay, nothing special though (it’s hidden underneath the sauce). The cheese, oh this cheese. It was God awful. It was congealed like public school lunch pizza. It was also usually hard and required work to eat. It was a little late when we got to the truck (maybe around 5pm) so it’s possible that they were about ready to close down for the day and we just got the runt of the ingredients. Perhaps had we gotten there earlier, the food would have tasted better. However, that’s also no excuse especially for a $14+ pizza. Part of the appeal of food trucks is that the food is made fresh, right in front of our eyes practically. Unfortunately, I was thoroughly unimpressed.

We walked around some more and stopped at this lovely little bakery called the Paris Baguette Cafe

We ate the most amazing chocolate cake!

There was chocolate cake, chocolate mousse, a macaroon on top and you can’t see it, but there were chocolate covered rice balls between the layers! Absolutely delicious and I would highly recommend it!

We explored a little more and I hopped on the bus at Port Authority and made the 45 minute ride home. It was a good day, and it was a much needed day.

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