I have such a special place in my heart for Pizzeria Regina. In the years since moving to Boston 7 years ago, I have dragged every friend, every first-time visitor, and every second-date to the North End for their pizza. I LOVE how cramped and greasy the interior is. How the waitresses are often cranky and to-the-point. How they give you paper plates and leave jugs of olive oil on table.

My favorite pizza is the melanzane (eggplant, ricotta, basil, onion), but anything is often guaranteed to send me to a place of pizza-happiness.

If you get there right when they open or around 2pm, you can get seated pretty quick. So, off-hours.

The B&J's smores ice cream is absolutely in my Top 5 Favorites of all their flavors..... maybe even Top 3. The marshmallow is awesomely gooey. Instead of having graham chunks, there is a swirl of ground up graham that has a texture somewhat similar to cookie dough..... Excuse me, I need to go buy myself a pint.

Smores pop-tarts hit a pretty big nostalgia score for me. They made great study food in college and paired quite delicately with sugar-free Red Bull.

The most horrific transgression I have ever witnessed happened when I was a server at Bertucci's. This was back in the mid 2000's when the Atkins diet was REALLY big. A woman ordered the silano pizza-- lemon cream sauce with cheese, broccoli, and chicken. She only ate the toppings and sauce, leaving behind the entire crust for me to throw away. Such a waste!

@Meredith Smith: My parents always get it from the Crugnales (a local chain) in our hometown. I haven't had their pizza in ages (no longer in RI), but I remember loving it. Or that could just be the nostalgia tasting so delicious.

It's about an hour drive from Boston. Yelp warns that you be nice to the old ladies who work there.

http://www.yelp.com/biz/crugnale-bakery-inc-rumford

I have been pro-olive my entire life. Up until the age of ten, my absolute favorite pizza topping was olives. Specifically, sliced black olives (probably) from a can. If it didn't have olives, it wasn't pizza, and I wasn't eating it. I have since branched out, but oh man. So much love for olives.

Ugh, the horror of turkey burgers. My mother used to cook those things along with other monstrosities (turkeyloaf, turkeyballs, etc) when I was kid. I remain unconvinced that turkey disguised as a burger can ever pass as something edible, and Hardee's manages to reaffirm that belief.

I am in the habit of drinking my coffee hot until it is >85 degrees F out. But this reminds me of a recent venture to my home state of Rhode Island. People in RI seriously go ape-shit over iced coffee, with the only thing better than iced coffee being Dunkin Donuts ice coffee. If it's sunny and you're not freezing your toes off, you better specify hot, because iced is default.

I did not remember this when I stopped by a DD.

Kenan: Who loves orange soda?
Kel: Kel loves orange soda!!
Kenan: Is it truuue?
Kel: It's true!!

Sorry. I had to. Those who watched Nickelodeon in the 90's will understand.

Tater tots were epic. But in my RI school system, we called them potato puffs. In grade school, they were a somewhat rare treat. But in the middle and high schools, you could get a carton of JUST potato puffs for 50 cents. Amazing.

In 4th-6th grade, I was also a big fan of chicken patty sandwiches slathered in mayo. They were like sub-par Burger King chicken sandwiches sans lettuce. So bad, they were good kind of thing.

Does late-night coming-home-tipsy snacking count? Because in that case, yes.

Otherewise, not particularly. I usually sleep through the night, but if I wake up with an upset, gurgling stomach, I'll munch on something little (piece of cheese, leftovers, potato chips).

I'd also like to recommend the classic combo of PBR and bar pizza ;-)

Every Thanksgiving is at my aunt's house. She means well, but she's a pretty mediocre cook, takes lots of shortcuts. There's never any explosive drama (curses!), but there's plenty of silent hatred abound. So, every year is tolerable. Whoop.

But I now have a TG-associated happy memory! My boyfriend and I just moved in together, but will be spending the holiday with our respective families. As such, we prepped a mini-TG for ourselves this weekend. I was beyond excited to make Kenji's science-approved stuffing/dressing, but when I went to put the breadcubes in the oven for drying.... there was no heat. Turns out, the gas company (which had been screwing around in the building the day before) forgot to turn the oven back on. I nearly burst into tears. Because TG to me means STUFFING. Screw the turkey, I want stuffing. Devastated and distraught, I crawled into bed and hid under the covers until the bf coaxed me out. Defeated, I trudged to the grocery store for Stovetop.

Yet in the end, everything was wonderful and tasty. The bf is vegetarian-ish, so we battered and fried tofu which was complemented with homemade cranberry sauce, potatos, and a veggie medly with goat cheese. And with some extra butter and stock, even the Stovetop was yummy. I ate too much far more happily than I will at this year's actual TG.