The Boy: "Tom Douglas must be from the East Coast or some depraved place like that where they refer to pizza as pie."
We were both sorely disappointed to learn that
this place was not, as we'd hoped, dreamed, and salivated, a pie shop. Honestly, there's no place in this soggy-bottomed city to get a good piece of pie that isn't six to ten bucks a slice.
Which is why I'm almost more than certain that we currently have the best mincemeat pie in town sitting on our kitchen counter. Tell me if I'm wrong. Seriously, do.