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Welcome! This is "Catatonic Digressions."
Most, if not all readers don't understand my blog's title. It's an old inside joke from a forum long gone. I was going to change it, but since it's been "confusing" for so long, I decided to leave it. Don't worry about what it means, the content of the blog is what is important.

Unfortunately, my blog isn't what I set out for it to be. A disturbed and manic online stalker and cyberbully has made it impossible for me to post about family, my son, life in my part of New York...so I stopped (for the most part), and I mostly reblog and repost what I feel is important, necessary or close to my heart. As for the stalking sociopath, she can go to hell for harassing me and my family since mid-2008. You can't scare me offline with a few lame threats and dozens of pages of defamation, abuse, depravity and libel. I'm bitchy like that. ;)
(Anyone who knows me knows I'm not actually a bitch, but let's allow this psychopath to think I'm a bitch to her blackened heart's content—it seems to make her feel she has some sort of control over me…and it does not.)

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Monday, March 30, 2009

New York Daily Photo: Ray's

Yum. I remember going downtown for the first time — sans parents, with friends — and stopping off at Ray's for pizza. But which Ray's was the real Ray's? Go to New York Daily Photo and read the interesting story about the Ray's written by Brian Dubé.

Oh, and if you've never even had New York pizza, you don't even have a clue what you're missing. Pizza made anywhere else just isn't pizza.

Some pizza places in NYC deliver — to anywhere in the United States ;)
Order Ray's!

See Wikipedia for some additional interesting or fun info, such as:

  • On Seinfeld, in the 1998 episode "The Maid", Kramer becomes lost in Manhattan and calls Jerry for help, leading to the following exchange:
Kramer: I miss home, and I don't even know how to get there.
Jerry: What's around you?
Kramer: I'm lookin' at Ray's Pizza. You know where that is?
Jerry: Is it Famous Ray's?
Kramer: No. It's Original Ray's.
Jerry: Famous Original Ray's?
Kramer: It's just Original, Jerry!

  • The oldest of the current Ray's Pizzas was opened by Ralph (Raffie) Cuomo of Little Italy, Manhattan at 27 Prince Street in 1959 near the country's first pizzeria, Lombardi's. He is the son of Matthew (Joe) Cuomo who was recognized as a made man and street soldier for the Gambino crime family.

Ray's Pizza Wikipedia


  1. I prefer John's Pizzeria on Bleecker Street. Pearlstein introduced me to it.

  2. Ooooh, I love that place, too! I forgot all about it! Wow, it's been so long. I always got pizza there when I was in that area, which was often at night, oooh so long ago.

    I'm picky locally, also. I prefer my place down the block, Romeo's Pizza, to all the others nearby. I'm loyal to Romeo's even though we have dozens of pizzeria's in town, and some are really quite good. I know the owners, they know my family, and I know what I'm getting.

    (So to anyone who happens across my little blog: Romeo's Pizza, Franklin Square, NY 11010)

  3. The pizza places in my neighborhood are shit. If I want pizza I have to go into Manhattan.