'so we opted for the pepperoni and hot honey.'
ok, now ur just messing with me.
giving a talk at ben franklin complex at bulldog u a few years back, the posse invites me to chow at the dining room beforehand, where i discover a few types of za on the menu, including salami and honey pizza.
i turn to the big boss, a brilliant dude of italian extraction and say loudly, 'this is an abomination, and you know that this kind of thinking is almost wholly unknown, like chicken with cheese on a pizza, on that peninsula!'
he sez 'ur a weird dude. it's funny what can bug u.'
i sez 'u gonna eat it?'
he sez 'no.'
taste is personal, but like the old saying 'if everrbody jumps off the bridge, will u?' asks, i also say 'no.'
now as to pizza reviews, from yesterday. we had a bit of a crowd for the boston massacre, kinda a spontaneous eruption event. i tell mg, i ain't doing a dang thing to feed these freeloaders, but she encourages me to hit the super. fine. ok. im thinking a bowl of noodles with butter, and water, but 'niceness' infects me, and i find that red baron brick oven is on sale for $3. clutch! i buy a handful, go the extra mile to juice them up with mushrooms, garlic, scamozza, some meats, garlic, etc.
a good time was had by all.