Walter Mencken 3 p.m., July 31
New York Style Pizza
My father was born and raised in what he calls "the tiny town of Brooklyn." Since settling in San Diego, the man has forever been on a search for a taste of home. He loved Bronx Pizza, but when one of the pizza makers, Mike, opened up a pizza place closer to Dad's office, my father has been in pizza heaven. Like any preacher spreading the good word, Dad is eager to introduce friends and family to Long Island Mike's, (on Murphy Canyon just south of Clairemont Mesa Blvd. and west of I-15) because the guy in the kitchen talks with a New York accent, and the pizza is the same price per slice, regardless of what toppings are added. Today my sister, David, and I joined Dad yet again, for a couple of slices and Dad's stories about the state he never wants to move back to, but refuses to let go of.
Here's a peek inside the joint: