Last year, Chef Mike put my (maternal) grandma into his “Grandma Special” sub sandwich. So when Chef Don opened his pizza joint in Mudd, I started to get a little nervous. Surely another Columbia chef of a new cuisine-specific dining hall would not murder a grandmother and feed the Columbia student body of her flesh …What are the odds that this precise situation would happen to me, whose other grandma was already consumed by the hungry dine-in & grab-and-go masses? The odds of that would be crazy.
But never zero.
I must tell you all that Chef Don put my grandma on his pizza.
And it was delicious! Yum Yum Yum! My compliments to Chef Don.
