My family and I became Vincent fans a half-century ago. I always thought the secret ingredient that made the pizza so great was the cigarette ash dropping from the corner of Vincent's mouth as he flipped the dough. Over the urinal in the men's room was this bit of graffiti: "Vincent is God, and his pizza is communion"--an apt sentiment. I hope the fake grapes still hang from the ceiling of the back room.
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