I thought it was a little icky to kayak in The Hague, but then I challenged myself as to why I thought that. I came to the conclusion that beyond anything sordid, it’s because I don’t see many people doing it.

The editors stumbled upon a mouth-watering reason to head into Chesapeake: Chesapeake Pizza, which hasn’t changed a lick in 30 years.

If there’s a lullaby racket, Koushik could be running the game.

Agreeing that all corporate pizza tastes like ketchup on cardboard, my anonymous pizza agents and I excluded the likes of Pizza Hut and Dominos from our experiment. But with dozens of local pizza joints in the Seven Cities, where do you begin? Ranking our pies on the key elements of Crust, Sauce and Topping, we determined to eat our way to the answer.