NYC Edition Tale of the Pie: Keste Pizza & Vino

Okay, so this one is going to be short and sweet. We were winding down our trip to New York (or perhaps in the nibble's case, winding up) and stopped for one final meal at Keste Pizza & Vino in the West Village for a few pies.

I don't know who was more tired or crankier at that point in the day - the nibble or Saucy. Either way, I have to preface this review by saying that Keste didn't receive the usual amount of attention that we would give to a pizza spot we were planning to review.

Almost better than pumpkin beer ... Harvest Days at Merrymead Farm

In my younger days, before the turning of leaves and brisk mornings meant the arrival of pumpkin beer and Oktoberfest celebrations, fall was marked by the start of the cross country season and a sore right arm. You might be wondering what a sore arm has to do with the fall. The beginning of Harvest Days at my place of employment, Merrymead Farm, meant I'd be scooping pumpkin ice cream non-stop for at least four straight weekends.

Yes, the ice cream line is long. And you need to park a half mile away. But experiencing Harvest Days with the nibble this past weekend ... and that delicious pumpkin ice cream ... made it all worth it.

Merrymead is a great place to take the little ones any time of the year, as they can check out the cows, bunnies, donkeys, goats, a giant hog and other assorted small animals. And they can even watch a milking demonstration. The nibble asked us which cow was producing the chocolate milk.

Tale of the Pie: Olce Pizza Grille

Sometimes, you just don't feel like going out to eat. Maybe you had a particularly bad day. Maybe you just don't feel like driving. In my case, I am feeling under the weather. My head is cloudy. My throat is scratchy. My body feels generally weak. If I were to put money on it, I would say it is probably time for my yearly sinus infection. In any event, when Spicy Hawaiian started talking about going out to grab a pie, I just wanted to say "No." I would take anything as long as it did not require my departing from the house. However, I could tell that she really wanted to try something off of the Philadelphia Magazine Pizza Best Of list, and I certainly didn't want to let her down. So I dragged my tired carcass off the couch, and we headed out for a little pizza.