There’s nothing quite like playing beach volleyball when the majority of people you know are freezing to death back home. While most of my friends were complaining about the cold snap over New Year’s holiday, I was fortunate enough to be vacationing in Florida. I should mention that I’m a big foodie, so when I go anywhere I prefer to find local spots to fill my belly with new experiences. One night during my sojourn, I found myself craving pizza and I asked the friend I was staying with if there were any local pizza places. His answer was no, which wasn’t really surprising given that we were in an area of the country that has a large population of retirees, but I must admit that his disconsolate face harshed my party buzz. What is a fellow to do?