Funny sorta week. Interviewed by four different people for a variety of reasons. A week that says, "It’s Friday night. Get a pizza." I’ve said this before – almost a year ago – and I’ll say it yet again. There is a gargantuan, great, gaping hole in the Saigon food chain. A hole that says shit hot pizzeria. Saigonites want stonkin’ slice and they can’t geddit. Yes, there’s tonnes of barely adequate crap, but I’m talking the Schnorbitz‘s bollocks of a slice. It does not exist. There be cash in crust. And in topping. And in wood fire. Let the mozzarella sizzle. Hope Saigon doesn’t have to suffer another year sans slice.