I had a busy weekend getting ready for the holidays. We put up our tree on Saturday, so by the time Saturday night rolled around I was too pooped to cook. So we took my grandmom out for pizza at the Mountain House in Sparkill. Love that pizza.
Sometimes I’m in the mood for Cassie’s coal-oven pizza; sometimes the breadier crust of Mountain House in what I’m looking for. I’m lucky to live near both.
The 411 on Mountain House.
The 411 on Cassie’s. (Link coming soon!)
Seems like the blog-o-sphere was pooped this weekend, too. Nothing new from the regular cast, except the New York Times. It’s been nearly a year since 42 opened at the top of the Ritz Carlton in Westchester, and this weekend, the paper reviewed it.