"If you can’t go home again, you also can’t re-create the pizza of your childhood. Companies change. You change. Your palate changes. And yet: When I sat down next to the cooler to review the overhead menu … I experienced a visceral flashback unrelated to the physical space or a vague desire to pig out like a teenager, biting into one hot, gooey slice after another. This pang, part nostalgia and part ache for lost innocence, was entirely based on smell: The aroma of freshly baked dough and melted butter unlocked some sense memory buried deep in my skull. I realized that Godfather’s had imprinted its smell on my brain, as permanent now as DNA."
— our food writer Tim Carman, on revisiting Godfather’s Pizza in Newmarket, Va., the location closest to D.C.
"He’s never been a part of the black experience in America. I can talk about that. I can talk about what it really meant to be po’ before I was poor."
— Herman Cain on Barack Obama during the Republican presidential debate. The Post is fact-checking, live-blogging, and reviewing.