House of Pies, Los Angeles

Top: strawberry pie. 

It's well known that I was conceived in the alley behind House Of Pies. My first memory is of the Pillsbury Dough Boy peering over the edge of the big pie tin that I slept in every night. I remember him putting his hand over my mouth. I took a nap and woke up 12 years later. 

This pie... they simply dropped lightly sugared whole berries and some pastry cream into a pie shell and that's a major cop-out. The real irritation is Southern California fruits are great almost year-round so they can easily get away with it.

Anyhow it was a piece of pie so I ate it. That's how I roll.