Jeremiah Moss recalls the scene on the last day of Ray's Pizza on Prince Street: "People crowd the counter, slices fly out the door, the cashier calls everyone 'Hon.' I get a hot slice, sit alone, soak it in. A construction worker in hardhat gets on his phone and says, 'Hey Carmine, what’s goin’ on?' Carmine. Little Italy is shrinking like a sandbar at high tide." [Paris Review Daily]
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