“cheese pizza” is a useful term—how else would you say “pizza with only tomato sauce and cheese.and mo.other toppings”?
Slice of pizza, please. If you want toppings say ‘slice with mushrooms’ or whatever toppings you like. Cheese is a given, no need to ask for it.
In most places I have lived if you just ask for a slice of pizza then the clerk is going to ask you what kind or what you want on it. The term “cheese pizza” reflects a society in which a pizza without something additional is not assumed to be the default pizza. In fact, I rarely see people eating cheese pizzas. If there is any default, it might be pepperoni.
You live in a fucked up world, my friend.
I never heard the song, but then in the early 80s, I was well past my teen years, a home owner, and a Navy officer. And I preferred the music of Barry Manilow and Neil Diamond, among others.
And for the record, the last time I was in New York was for the World’s Fair in 1964. Except for 2 years ago when our cruise ended in Brooklyn and we drove home from there.
Hey, I didn’t even tell you that I’m not a big fan of New York pizza. My favorite pizzas can’t be folded over—they break like a cracker if you try that.
[Don LaFontiane] In a world were pizza cracks when folded and men brag about never hearing hip hop or electronica. . … Brick Hardcase in— NYC is Not The Center of the Universe![/D LaF]
Stewart’s has best selling those for years, though it’s not really a hard roll, which is crustier. It’s a decent cheap breakfast.
I remember having coffeemilk as a kid. I didn’t much like milk, so it did help a bit.
Of course, we could have hidden it in a “cabinet”. 
This is so wrong. In Boston it has been, is, and will be, a sub. I’ve been here since 1967 and never heard one person order or advertise a grinder. OMG. They had a shop in 1970 that was named after the Beatles movie, no, not “The Gunmetal Grinder” It was 'Yellow Submarine"
Cheese pizza is a term indicating the lack of topping, by convention. If you want to order a pizza and say “pizza” you are obligating the person to ask “What do you want on it?” If you don’t want to be bothered to say “cheese” then maybe they are thinking that this conversation might be more pain than it’s worth.
So, if you ask for a cheese pizza they won’t give you tomato sauce? Or no crust. I mean, you didn’t specify you wanted sauce or crust when you ordered a cheese pizza.
You are precisely the customer I was referring to in my post, which I think you may not have read.
I know in Maine they mostly say “Eye-Talian Sandwich”
Looks like CT is “other” country. Maybe that’s grinders.
O course you will get a cheese pizza if you order a cheese pizza. “cheese pizza” is shorthand for “just-cheese pizza.” I suppose you could call it “plain pizza” but not just “pizza” without getting more questions. Are you saying there is a region in which you have lived where you just say “give me a pizza” and you get a cheese pie?
Yes. That is exactly what I’m saying.
I first arrived in New York that year. Believe me, it’s changed a bit since then.
O.K., I will concede that in a world were pizzas are always eaten with a topping, the phrase ‘plain pizza’ may be necessary. That’s not my world but, as I have found out, NYC is not the center of the Universe. But ‘cheese pizza’ is akin to PIN number and ATM machine. It is annoyingly redundant.
There are pizzas with bread, tomato sauce, olive oil, and if there is any cheese it’s only the slightest sprinkling of parmesan. I get that in Italian bakeries run by actual immigrants. So maybe that’s what a pizza is in it’s original state, if it must be litigated.
Biggirl: Those pin numbers **are **annoying. Maybe you could IM me yours and that will take some of the burden away. I’m just that big a person.
Sure it is, but if I call my local NYC pizzeria ( or any pizzeria I’ve ever patronized) and order “a large pie” , I’m either going to be asked a) “plain”? or b) “What do you want on it?”. It’s not crazy for someone to anticipate the inevitable question.
And the song that prompted this thread may have been ubiquitous in your circle- but it wasn’t in mine. Sure, I may have heard it at Coney Island or some other amusement park, but not often enough to remember it. But I no doubt listened to a different radio station than you did , and there were probably songs I couldn’t escape that you never heard of.