I had a book signing a couple of weeks ago at Hibbleton Gallery, a
great little art space in downtown Fullerton, but there was a
problem--I arrived at 6:30, thinking my reading was scheduled for 7 p.m., when
in fact it was an hour later. Famished, I asked one of the gallery
guys, Jesse La Tour, about a nearby pizza place on my
Hole-in-the-Wall Life list. His scrunched face was as necessary a food
review as I needed. "What about Lizarrán?", milady inquired, and the
three of us began walking.
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