W and I took a Limo Liner to NYC. Sounded fancier, if less impish, than the Peter Pan busses of my 20s. Bigger seats, free sandwich, comparable smell (faintly diaper). Instead of playing "Waterworld" through scratchy speakers, the Limo Liner offered "Wonder Woman" through squealing speakers. Progress! Now we're in the city, beginning our Spring Break Pizza Quest. First up: Famous Amadeus, a nostalgia slice from W's trip to NYC with R a few years back. Nice history — Amadeus arrives in America in the '80s, achieves pizza parlor dreams in the '90s — and a solid slice of the on-the-go variety.