I returned to the LQA (aka "Lower Queen Anne") last night around 8. I'd spent a week in Detroit, where it was unseasonably balmy: temps in the 50's and 60's by day. I'd packed a stocking cap, wool coat and gloves, only to realize while watching Monday night football on my domestic partner's father's couch in West Bloomfield that I'd only need to whip out that gear upon returning home. Detroit was like Seattle usually is, while Seattle was like Detroit usually is. Lucky me.
But I digress: The real point of this post is to let you know that when I returned home to the LQA, I was hungry. So I called Pagliacci's, because I like Pagliacci's. One problem: Pagliacci's wouldn't deliver last night on account of weather. But Zeek's would; and it was good. If Detroit's pizza parlors refused to deliver in such mildly frosty weather, those pizza parlors might as well take November through February off. Except, of course, for the past seven days.
As for Detroit's culinary idiosyncrasies, their most famous local fast food chain is called Leo's Coney Island. This isn't some offshoot from the edge of Brooklyn, but was started by a bunch of Greeks in Detroit in 1972. Leo's specialty is not hot dogs, it's gyros (they're delicious). Go figure.