before having babies, my wife and i used to do a lot of nice things. one of those things was going to eat pizza from marco's coal fired pizzeria. since having babies, however, we have been shy to return, because while my wife and i might appreciate the subtleties of a well prepared pizza, my twin toddlers have been seen eating fruit that has fallen into the sandbox out of another kid's mouth. suffice to say, they are not exactly impressed that marco's is the only pizza joint in town certified by l'associazione vera pizza napoletana , and so if they are happy eating 99-cent tacos off of the street , who am i to drag them into a fancy pizzeria? and most of my readers probably already know how good marco's is, so from a blogging perspective, with all those top of the town and best-of accolades , who cares what i think? now usually i pose that as a rhetorical question, because with my mother and wife becoming more and more underwhelmed with my repeated rants and raves about food, the real