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Little Italy And Me, It Rhymes With 23


23 The Sign Of Pizza

I'll start off with stating the obvious; this is going to be about when a food review meets a conspiracy theory. Of yes, how could that be, well, it's easy as you will see. It happens to be, that his post is filled with glee. It will be about a pizza called Little Italy, eaten on a day in October numbered 23. Hee hee.

Okay, okay, silliness aside, I was hungry. A hunger that needed to be satisfied. None of this frozen pizza B.S. for me. Nope, I needed something hot and fresh. Remember, revenge is a dish best served cold, and pizza is a dish best served hot. For all of you who don't agree, don't bother letting me know. I know the laws of physics and thermodynamics and Sadi Carnot clearly believed pizza was meant to be served hot. Trust me, look it up.

Now, I'll declare my love for this little pizza place in Bend known as Little Ceasars. Just Kidding. Pizza Freakin' Mondo. I don't think there's actually the word freakin' in the name, but it should be. It's that good. With pizza's named Maui Wowie and Run Little Piggy, you know this is no Dominos pizza. Being a man of life’s simple pleasures, I went with the basic pepperoni pizza known as Little Italy. Now, in this day an age of ordering pizza by the slice, I'm old school. None of that by the slice crap for me. Nope, I wanted the whole pizza. Maybe it's due to the fact that I can eat the whole pizza. Not only can I, I did. Take that slicers!

A whole pizza is 6 slices. Mere mortals order abut two slices, but I can handle six. That's three mere mortals to one monkey. 3 x 2 or 2 x 3, and know you see about the conspiracy. Obviously the sign of the pizza was calling to me. It was either that or the damn fine pizza that Pizza Mondo cranks out. Nice, good thin crust, a slightly spicy, but very tasty sauce, good cheese, perfectly proportioned pepperonis and some freshly grated parmesan sprinkled on top for good measure. The pizza is served hot. (Remember that folks - hot). In fact it's mouth burning hot as I like to call it, because I couldn't resist it once it was placed in front of me. Yep, bite, ouch!, bite, ouch! bite, ouch! You would have thought I would have learned, but noooooooooooo. This pizza is so good that once you start eating it, you can't stop.

The ambience of the place is great. Wooden tables. Wooden walls. Wooden counters. Wooden cups. Well, the cups are plastic, but the place feels good. It's how a pizza place is supposed to feel. You go up to the counter to order. Remember that folks? No waitresses or that kind of frilly B.S. that is not associated with a good pizza joint.

So, good atmosphere, check. Great pizza and no frilly B.S., check. What more could you ask for? Nothing.

By this point, you must be thinking, why doesn't the monkey write more food reviews, right? Right? Hello?

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