I also had a kind of Seinfeld "soup nazi" story. When I was an undergraduate studying electrical engineering at Columbia in the late '80s, my friend and I were

I also had a kind of Seinfeld "soup nazi" story. When I was an undergraduate studying electrical engineering at Columbia in the late '80s, my friend and I were commiserating in the dorm about our girlfriend problems. I was living in the Barnard women's dorm as an exchange student from CU, and there was a nearby pizza place known for horrible service and extra-rude waiters. I guess we decided to wallow in our misery, because we went there that night to see if the stories were true. At first, we were greeted normally, seated and our order for a pizza taken by a nice woman. An hour later, a guy came out with a pizza, with heavy smoke pouring from it. He looked almost exactly like the soup nazi in Seinfeld, same mean look on his face. He dumped the charred pizza on the table and said, "It's a little well done. That is OK, isn't it?" Little did he know about our girlfriend problems, we were feeling a little mean ourselves, we both glared back at him--with the look like not getting a tip is going to be the least of his problems if he didn't bake us a new one. The replacement pizza was really good. NYC at that time really was like the one in Seinfeld, neurotic and off the rails. I was a poor student, so I didn't get to eat at pizzerias or diners much, but I did stop by Tom's a few times. It was much different inside, dingier and not so yuppie. They just used the exterior shot in the show. The service was OK, too. [edit] I just remembered--I'm not making this up, really--I used to have a blue puffy down jacket like George when I lived in New York. I wonder if my classmates thought back to me when they saw the one on Seinfeld?