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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by TheGoodTexan, Oct 11, 2018.
You know what else? I love that I read that in Mike Ehrmantraut voice. It just seemed to fit.
I reheated a slice in a skillet last night. It slipped off the spatula as I was transferring it to a plate and landed on the floor. Jelly side up! Oh yeah!
I think I've said this here before: pepperoni is the best way to improve bad pizza and the best way to ruin good pizza.
I'm not a pizza snob. Different parts of the country like it dfferent ways.
I'm an ex-New Yorker, so that's my preference. However, I sure as hell understand the attraction of Chicago deep dish. It's pretty close to what we call Sicilian in NYC, or at least can be.
But I will never understand a supposedly functioning, normal human being ordering that Dominoes garbage.
See the point of the subterfuge is that the pizza definitely does not make it home.
Sharing a little bit with my travelling companion Cisco the Whippet would only seem fair as long as I got the lions share.
I grew up in an Italian-Jewish neighborhood in Brooklyn. I'm 61 (remember?), and we had mom and pop pizzerias every few blocks.
Yeah, I'm exaggerating a little, but not much.
When I was in the first grade...THE FIRST GRADE...we were allowed to leave the school grounds for lunch, whether to go home to eat or go wherever. I swear. At 6 years old. In Brooklyn, no less.
Every day, for 6 years, my mom gave me a quarter. Ten cents for a slice, 5 cents for a soda, leaving 10 cents to spend at the penny candy store.
My mom wasn't the nurturing type who lovingly prepared lunch for me, and I was happy with that. I would rather have a slice of pizza every single school day between 1962 and 1967 anyway.
It's cabbage, oil, vinegar, pickled peppers and black pepper. Kinda slaw-like, but it's very much its own thing. More like German style sauerkraut (choucroute to our French friends, which is where I first had it), which is completely unlike that inedible crap they call sauerkraut here in the States.
i'd bet that if we went out for a couple of cocktails... after which, we had a couple of slices of hot dominoes... you'd be all about it.
But couldn't they anyway? Why need a predetermined "hot spot"? I think it's just marketing. I'd just tell them where I am. Bring food here. Now. Urgh. Matter of fact, I bet Domino's has an app for this. Order on the app, and it forwards your GPS coords.
I've never ordered Domino's myself, but I always enjoyed it when somebody else did. I've never had Domino's when I wasn't high.
I always have a few cocktails, so that blows your theory.
I can't eat the stuff. I would rather make frozen at home and doctor it.
Jack in the Box's entire marketing strategy is aimed at imbibers.
A little toke makes most things taste better, or at least, more craving-satisfying.
Where I live they deliver to my door.
They were the first drive-through place in my part of Brooklyn. early 70s, but we weren't imbibers. We were inhalers. Heavy inhalers.
Our Jack experience kind of coincided with the film American Graffiitti, but our generation and geography hadn't included eat-in-your-car-places at all, let alone girls rolling up to your car window with your order and a hanging tray.
Jack was the first drive-through place, and the only for a very long time. BK and McD's started it way later where I lived.
I haven't had it in 35 years, but I'm dying for it now because I freaking loved it back then.
What else do they do but deliver?
You think people are going to drive to pick up that crap?