I will candidly admit to worshiping at the alter of food myself from time to time.  In this case, it was a pizzeria on Franklin Street that looked like your typical student hangout, but actually has pizza and salads that are startlingly good.  Everything fresh, romaine lettuce not iceberg, fresh basil leaves put on the pizza near the end.

While I was waiting for my Margherita to be ready, I starting taking pictures, including several behind the counter, but the cooks starting getting edgy.  Probably thought I was from the Board of Health or a restaurant reviewer because they got super polite and solicitous.

Anyway, the counter had this odd little alter of religious statues.  I know that realtors do this thing where they bury a statue of the patron saint of real estate and it makes the property sell faster.  so maybe this is something like that.  Perhaps all pizzerias — good ones — have these saints, but tucked under the counter to avoid spilling a trade secret.

If nothing else, they made a great picture. Love this.