The Knowledge of Absence Means You Know it Existed.
What am I doing this for? How am I able to go about searching for the "best" pizza in my opinion, or at least discuss pizzas in general? This must mean that I know what I am looking for. I must have some guide in my mind to which these pizzas are compared against. I cannot recall. Maybe the pizza I am referring to isn't a pizza at all. Maybe the right combination is found in a sandwich. Maybe found in sushi. Maybe pasta would suffice? Maybe, just maybe, this entire thing is faulty and I am just looking for something to do. Something to pass my time. Something to write about thus allowing me to indulge the superficial sense of pleasure through food?
More questions than answers. More pizza than toppings. What am I looking for? Who has this answer? Nobody is to look this deep into pizza, can I get a deep-dish pizza? Does that mean the depth of the pizza signifies the kind? Or does the topping designate the type or kind of pizza? Am I eating pizza at all or am I just imagining the set of atoms forming molecules in front of my face is what my brain interprets as pizza? Too far?
Fine then.
This week we have two places up to bat. Fazolis and Frozen pizzas (Tombstone, Digiornio, Red Baron, Target brand) for there are infinite amounts, but this is what it is folks. Now I can make my comparison to something I cannot recall.
Fazoli's.
Pulling up to a drive-thru to get your meal, usually isn't a good start. Ordering my "double slice" as the most basic choice, I turn the corner and an assumed employee walks in from of my car with his pillow-case sized bag of pepperonis and a Blue NOS energy drink. The weather isn't very warm, but warm enough to fuse a bag of cured meats together, and I can't help but wonder where that bag came from? There is only one Fazoli's that I am familiar with in this town, but maybe there is some industrial warehouse the meats needed picked-up from.
Next, the pie was delivered from the nice cashier where she warned me "It's fresh out so it's going to be HOT!"
I then make a short 5 minute drive to my mother-in-laws house to share my "double slice" with family. Getting up the stairs, into the apartment, and opening the Styrofoam case to reveal an already room temperature pie I can hold with my bare hands. Hot? The travel was 7 minutes tops.
The Criteria:
Bread was just bread, not really crust, no flavor.
The sauce was bland, no real flavor.
The cheese was industrial, had a government taste.
The overall texture, consistency, mouthfeel- I could have cared less if I ever ate it again.
The combined flavor was that of none, but to give you some feels a bunch of salt thrown on top to confuse the mind.
Overall, it wasn't technically bad, for Fazoli's being what it is. They would have to know good to be considered bad. No this was exactly what you would think it to be, forgettable. The pasta may be better, and my wife confirmed that the bread sticks that came with the pizza were pretty good. Oddly, and a "party foul" in my opinion; they give you the sticks, but no sauce, that's weird.
To Be Continued....
More questions than answers. More pizza than toppings. What am I looking for? Who has this answer? Nobody is to look this deep into pizza, can I get a deep-dish pizza? Does that mean the depth of the pizza signifies the kind? Or does the topping designate the type or kind of pizza? Am I eating pizza at all or am I just imagining the set of atoms forming molecules in front of my face is what my brain interprets as pizza? Too far?
Fine then.
This week we have two places up to bat. Fazolis and Frozen pizzas (Tombstone, Digiornio, Red Baron, Target brand) for there are infinite amounts, but this is what it is folks. Now I can make my comparison to something I cannot recall.
Fazoli's.
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| Ahhh.... Drive-thru pizza! |
Pulling up to a drive-thru to get your meal, usually isn't a good start. Ordering my "double slice" as the most basic choice, I turn the corner and an assumed employee walks in from of my car with his pillow-case sized bag of pepperonis and a Blue NOS energy drink. The weather isn't very warm, but warm enough to fuse a bag of cured meats together, and I can't help but wonder where that bag came from? There is only one Fazoli's that I am familiar with in this town, but maybe there is some industrial warehouse the meats needed picked-up from.
Next, the pie was delivered from the nice cashier where she warned me "It's fresh out so it's going to be HOT!"
I then make a short 5 minute drive to my mother-in-laws house to share my "double slice" with family. Getting up the stairs, into the apartment, and opening the Styrofoam case to reveal an already room temperature pie I can hold with my bare hands. Hot? The travel was 7 minutes tops.
The Criteria:
Bread was just bread, not really crust, no flavor.
The sauce was bland, no real flavor.
The cheese was industrial, had a government taste.
The overall texture, consistency, mouthfeel- I could have cared less if I ever ate it again.
The combined flavor was that of none, but to give you some feels a bunch of salt thrown on top to confuse the mind.
Overall, it wasn't technically bad, for Fazoli's being what it is. They would have to know good to be considered bad. No this was exactly what you would think it to be, forgettable. The pasta may be better, and my wife confirmed that the bread sticks that came with the pizza were pretty good. Oddly, and a "party foul" in my opinion; they give you the sticks, but no sauce, that's weird.
To Be Continued....
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