Bohemian Dreamin'

Driving through the northwest hills of Connecticut, a quaint and colorful little place caught my eye. Decked out in Christmas lights (it was August), painted top to bottom in bright, sunny hues, and covered in weathered shingles behind a rainbow of flower boxes, the warm "welcome" sign and open doorway had me feeling like home. I veered off my path and pulled right in to the old, dirt drive.

Stepping onto the creaky, wooden deck, the aroma of freshly-charred pie filled the sticky summer air. I had stumbled upon Litchfield's well-loved Bohemian Pizza, and it just happened to be lunchtime. I was there to stay.

80's record sleeves lined the walls, peanut shells crunched beneath my feet, and strings of old-fashioned lights gave the space a soft, cozy glow. My eyes met a soul-filling sign: "Loved you yesterday. Love you still. Always Have. Always will." There was a country-playing jukebox, a bar full of locals and genuine smiles from the staff. This is the kind of spot you don't forget... and you wouldn't want to.

I cozied up at the only free spot at the bar, and was greeted by an older, blue-eyed gentleman. "Want some pizza?" he asked. "I've got plenty, it'll go to waste." As I was politely declining, he slid his box full of pie on over to me. My eyes lit up. To my utter delight, it was the GreenBox...and I couldn't contain my excitement.

Next thing I knew, a small crowd formed as I was breaking down our beloved GreenBox. Ooh's and aah's were plenty, and I could feel myself beaming with pride. The owner eventually joined us, exclaiming how the GreenBox has been the "perfect fit" for Bohemian Pizza. He gave me a hug, and thanked me. I couldn't help but think...this is what it's all about. 

I eventually helped myself to a few slices of the man's "HamBurglar" pie, hopped in my car and drove off through the rolling hills of my hometown. GreenBox in hand, always.

Pumpin' Up Your Pulse with Pizza

Want to get us to run? Promise us there’ll be food at the end.

Better yet, promise us pizza.

New York City’s annual pizza run has got this down pat, and the race is just around the corner.

(Yes, we swear this is a real thing.)

That’s right: on Saturday, September 13^th, food-frenzied New Yorkers will hit the streets to complete a two-mile run through historic Tompkins Square Park. After each lap, every runner must stop at a “pizza station” and scarf down a slice. The one who races and faces his pizza fastest will be crowned Pizza Run Champion.

…And yes, there WILL be prizes.

All in all, we love the Pizza Run for a whole bunch of reasons. First, a portion of the proceeds benefits the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation (JDRF) – the leading global organization funding type 1 diabetes research.

Secondly, we love pizza. And people who love pizza.

Pizza by Certe, Manhattan’s first Gold LEED certified pizzeria (and rockstars of the GreenBox) is backing the event, too. In fact, all of the pie eaten during the race is straight from their eco-friendly kitchen, and served in our 100% recycled pizza boxes.

Therefore, in the words of fellow Tweeter, @LeslieEMcDonald: “This, I can get behind.”

Come on, fellow foodies. Let’s show our pizza passion. We’ll race ya for it.