Mmm, Pizza Shuttle

Do you ever get weird food cravings? There are a lot of things that I like to eat that others think are nothing short of revolting. Witness: bread sticks from Pizza Shuttle in Manhattan. You *have* to get them at the one in Manhattan, not Lawrence, and they are simply divine. John thinks that you can get the same effect if you loaded down some bread with salt and a ton of other salty spices, but I disagree. I also like (and I rarely admit this) those apple pies that you can get at gas stations-- you know, the ones made by Hostess? Yeah, those. John swears that they cause cancer, but when I'm driving long distances, there's nothing I'd like better. At the moment, I have a hankering for these cinnamon rolls that you can only get at a bakery in Manhattan. Mmmmm....