Pizza: Neighborhood Pizzaria, Or National Chain?
Lord knows, there are enough national pizza chains to choke a whore, but a lot of the choking results from the blandness of the pizza. I will take a quality local pizzaria, where they take pride in their neighborhood as well as in their pie. I mean, Dominos, it’s prima facie cool that you can “drop a pin” for your pie delivery, but do not ask me to believe that delivery will show up any better than my Lyft driver who winds up “sorta” in the vicinity but still cannot read a fucking street sign. “Yeah, but, hey, man—THE PIN…” And your pizza still tastes like a troll’s ass.
Local for me, the whole way. Hand-tossed, hand-made, brick-fired, made with pride and ZERO gimmicks.
I’ve known for a long time that everyone in the Insurance business is going to hell when s/he dies. I’m thinking that fast-food execs are not too far behind.