Sitting Outside at Abbot's Pizza Company

On a search for a good drink at a bar and maybe some ice cream down Abbot Kinney in Venice, the smell of good pizza switched those priorities around. We'll spare you a second review and let you read ours from last year, where pizza was compared to sex and readers commented about it being hipster and foo-foo and that nothing tastes better than Chicago deep dish.

Whatever. The pizza is damn tasty.

Sitting outside at Abbot's Pizza Company at 9:30 p.m. on a Sunday evening, munching on the Five Onion, we observed inspiration. Every minute or less, a bicyclist would pass by on the road. Not the psychobabble bicyclist who thinks it deserves to be treated like other cars, yet breaks every street law there is to break, but the neighborhood shopper with the basket who casually coasts along the narrow streets. Some dream of this lifestyle. Some are quite offended. Nevertheless, this particular Sunday evening struck the balance of both and we maniacally grinned...

It's so time to add a basket to our bike.