When I moved back to my hometown of Diamond Bar in January of 2007, I had just completed the six most adventurous months of my life. My plan was to loll around for a few months, then begin the next stage of adventure in Oakland, CA. $15,000 in debt and a handsome pile of doubt, [...]

One of the worst parts of living in Diamond Bar is the absence of a quality slice. Wedged between the franchise oligarchs and Tim Taylor pizzerias of southern California, I face a doughy, mirthless, over salted world where the attachment of “New York” to anything is sure to be an abomination of all parties involved. [...]