On my favorite New Year’s eve I sat at the pizza counter by myself enjoying the bustling crowds and the servers bustling and shouting to one another. I watched the wood burning in the brick oven, and the flames licking up the sides of the bricks, and sketched some designs. One by one, the plates went in and over me, pizzas and porchetta and beautiful, smokey octopus. The smell of bitter espresso surrounded me and I watched the flames and listened to the bustle around me and knew in my heart the best year was about to unfold.
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