
Our mama always warned us that we’d seldom find anything one might exactly call “good” going down at four in the morning. But that’s not necessarily so, argues Squid Ink scribe Garret Snyder, reporting on Pasadena’s Late Night Pizza. Not only does this new spot serve pies and garlic balls to all shades of tweak-bots, Bathsalt-freaks, and bong-buffs ‘til the sun comes up every day, but even the staff doesn’t make it into work until eleven each night. [Squid Ink]