After days of constant pressure applied to Elliott in the form of the Pizza Street jingle, he finally caved. Actually, he lost a bet. I demanded payment in the form of pizza buffet.I had a piece of "baked-potato pizza" which was pizza with unbrowned hash browns, cheese, sour cream, and bacon bits on it. Elliott had "spaghetti pizza," which was pizza with leftover spaghetti from the pasta buffet on it. For desert I had the cherry pizza, which was pizza with cherry pie filling on it. Everything tasted ok, but I kinda wanted to leave.
Driving home, I realized that I wanted to throw up. At the intersection of 19th and Iowa, I realized that I really wanted to throw up. Unfortunately, there was a cop car right next to me, so I didn't allow myself the pleasure of vomiting. I had to wait.
Somehow I made it home, and with some careful pacing and resting, I managed to avoid throwing up. Perhaps I should have. Perhaps I was poisoned.
In conclusion, Pizza Street Buffet puts poison in their pizzas. Ok, that's not true. But their pizzas are really, really bad. Do not go there to eat, even if you think that it'd be a fun, ironic story.
3 comments:
Poison. I assumed so. But hey, it's $3.99! Bring the kids!
gross. but I think you should have thrown up by the cop. it would have made the story more interesting. you should know that, being an english teacher, and all.
What you don't know, Ted, is that I've gone back to Pizza Street many times since our first outing. Tooth be told, I'm hooked on that stuff. The last time I went, I put on the pizza pants, jacket, and hat they sell. That stuff costs a little more, 4.99 U.S., but it's worth it, n'est-ce pas?
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