This pizza parlor on Malcolm X in Harlem offers an expanded menu of diner food, with the assurance that there is no pork on the premises. On Adam Clayton Powell Boulevard, an earlier establishment has a similar name: Mookie’s No Pork on My Fork.
“It’s a make-it-or-break-it period for us. We do the right thing, we’ll be able to pull into the 21st century with some kind of program. We do the wrong thing, the 21st century is going to be gone, there’ll be no coming back”
“These people act like we drink a gallon of blood and hang upside down from crucifixes before we go onstage,” Rob Halford says. “We’re performers, have been for two decades. We do the show and we wear the costumes our audience expect us to.”