{"version": "1.0", "type": "rich", "title": "Once again regretting I haven't found a slices place as good as that great shop in Collegetown and then remembering the secret...", "author_name": "kontextmaschine", "author_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "provider_name": "kontextmaschine", "provider_url": "https://kontextmaschine.com", "url": "https://kontextmaschine.com/post/684900140812812288/", "html": "<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"https://millievfence.tumblr.com/post/684895331272491009/im-sorry-what-now\" target=\"_blank\">millievfence</a>:</p><blockquote><p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"/post/684839364622237696/\" target=\"_blank\">kontextmaschine</a>:</p><blockquote><p>Once again regretting I haven&rsquo;t found a slices place as good as that great shop in Collegetown and then remembering the secret sauce of their business was <i>slavery</i></p></blockquote><p>i&rsquo;m sorry what now?</p></blockquote>\n<p>Right on the main corner of Collegetown in Ithaca, would have like 30 kinds of pizza slices available, cheeseburger and BBQ chicken slices like a full meal, owner was an effusive post-Ottoman immigrant who greeted everyone as &ldquo;my friend!&rdquo; and offered any slice for $1.50 near closing. Came out after I graduated he had brought two guys over from the old country, took their visas, and had them in the basement making pies for $5/day.</p>"}