The Wall Street Journal brings us the quest of one Colin Hagendorf — to taste every slice pizza in Manhattan.

Mr. Hagendorf began in August 2009 at Grandpa’s Place near 211th Street and Broadway—in Manhattan’s northernmost neighborhood—and worked his way down to the island’s southern tip. He excluded from consideration national chains and cafeterias that don’t make their own pizzas.

I’m really not sure why anyone would actually do this, other than to have it as a backup epitaph in case they did nothing else with their lives. Slice pizza is horrible and is only eaten because it’s quick and easy. It’s like comparing canned tuna to an ahi steak, or a Casio watch to a Patek Philippe.