When I say thin and floppy, I mean you can't even pick them up when folded. And using the plate means you have to hold it over your head because the bit of pizza sticking over the edge dangles limply and is in danger of falling off.
Of course not. I love my worm. It loves me. It loves to spread spores. We should worship the worm now that we've put points into obsessive behavior. Oh yeah, that's it. So glad we've upgraded to Devotion. *pleased sigh*
That is also known as "Pittsburgh Style." We had customers whose order specified "kill it," damn their eyes, and we also had a customer who wanted us to send his steak out "walking."
who you calling a roach?
Curse Disqus!!!! Your comment didn't show when I wrote that!!
The only thing they're good for is satisfying catholic guilt when you need lunch on a Friday during lent.
The red juice coming out of steak, even rare steak, is not blood. It is a protein called myoglobin.
Bear in mind we're talking about a guy whose idea of gourmet delicacy is meatloaf with ketchup.
Pretty much, then throw in the Irish part and you got a trifecta!
where do i collect my winnings?
I'm sorry Pinkham, but you will always be wrong about Chicago pizza. Fight me.
Everything else is spot on.
This is why God invented folding, and also paper plates that provide support.
When I say thin and floppy, I mean you can't even pick them up when folded. And using the plate means you have to hold it over your head because the bit of pizza sticking over the edge dangles limply and is in danger of falling off.
mmmmmm. . .big ol' biscuits of ultimate yummmmm
Of course not. I love my worm. It loves me. It loves to spread spores. We should worship the worm now that we've put points into obsessive behavior. Oh yeah, that's it. So glad we've upgraded to Devotion. *pleased sigh*
From the collection plate.
Why in the name of all that is scrumptious would anyone do that to pizza? When you eat pizza like that you literally do not like pizza.
That is also known as "Pittsburgh Style." We had customers whose order specified "kill it," damn their eyes, and we also had a customer who wanted us to send his steak out "walking."
Mmmmmmm blood sausage.