Pineapple Boulevard

Fork in the road

Eighties-style pizza topping given back her dignity

After seeing wrought iron pineapples all over the West Village and wondering what they meant, I decided to investigate. Painted garish red, and the only one left of what once was a pair, this pineapple lingers on Hudson Street. For centuries after the pineapple was introduced into Europe by Columbus at the end of the 15th century from the island of Guadelupe, the fruit remained the sweetest thing anyone had ever tasted. And it quickly became a symbol of both hospitality and the high life.

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