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Sunday, December 16, 2007

If You Wanna Talk About a Four Cheese Pizza, That's What We Have Right Here


I cannot believe what I am seeing here today. Not one, not two, but four different cheeses on this pizza. And that's on top of dough and sauce, the fundamental elements of this entree.

Look. At. That. When you think of the history of pizza, you almost automatically think of one cheese, but here we have mozzarella, gorgonzola, parmesan and what's this? Ricotta? This is really something else.

Would you believe the complete mastication on display here by my jaw? I've been eating pizza for a long, long time and very few times have I seen the mandible and maxilla working in such perfect harmony. And the digestion is just about to start.

I've finished seven slices so far and there are about eight slices in this pizza. Once I eat that eighth, THERE WILL NOT BE ANY LEFT.

What does the waiter over there have to be thinking? He sees me having finished my pizza. Does he offer to refill my 128 oz. Pepsi or the accompanying 86 oz. of Dr. Pepper? Maybe he even brings me the check. This will be a really interesting decision that the waiter has to make.

Boy, do I ever have a lot of pizza lodged in my mustache! If I could get that wrapped in a to-go container of some sort, THAT WOULD BE SENSATIONAL. What incredible foresight by me to save all this pizza in my mustache. I might have some to finish on the way to my car.

Look. At. That.