Remember how I was writing about my frustration with New Hampshire calzones last week? My parents saw that post, so when I arrived at their house on Saturday, practically the first thing my dad said to me was "We're going to get take-out tonight, so you can get a calzone." Yay! It was delicious.
My brother goes to college in Maine, so he also has the calzone issue. And he defined it perfectly yesterday: "It's like they just take regular pizza and fold it in half." It IS. I don't get it.