Confession on the pizza tray

OK, that's it. After sampling Donatos' pizzas in C-town, I realize that I can't bear to stomach pies from the M-town. Yup, I've given up! Donatos rocks! Besides, after much thinking, I came to a conclusion that there's no chance in a gazillion that my friend and I would ever open a franchise in this middle of nowhere Illinois town. So, I'd like to wrap up my research in M-town by saying 'Adios, muchacos and muchacas of M-town and its surrounding villages' (sigh!). I'm outta here!' From now on, my review will focus on pizzas in C-town. Oh, it will be awhile and plenty of bucks spent, just for the fun of it, not a research for franchising purposes anymore. So, we'll see what kind of life besides Donatos...

Run, Pizza sMizza, Run!

I had been on 'vacation' in Columbus, Ohio. Not a bad idea, really. It's quite depressing living in M-town, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by corn and soybean fields, reminds me of M. Night Shyamalan's Signs. So, to cheer me up, while using the opportunity to check out a job fair there, I packed my things and my cats for a 8-hr drive to C-town. Spending 2 weeks there wasn't bad at all. I got to sample more of Donatos pizza selections... for FREE! My friend Jack works there now, so I had the opportunity to sample different toppings and crust thickness. No matter what, each always tastes as good as it looks. But I'm up to sample other pizzas; it's just that 2 weeks wasn't enough to go around sample things. I'm no pizza horse that could chew a pie on a daily basis. Anyway, it surely bugged me down when it's time to go back to M-town.

Still 'grounded'

I still can't bring myself to sample pizza pies. Nope, not yet. I know I wrote below that I should get back to business this week, but I think I need more time. Well, for one thing, I have this gastrointestinal issue of being lactose intolerant. I've also been such a walking gas-bloated femme fatale, I'm afraid stuffing in cheese and white-flour, gluten-ridden pizza dough down my delicate throat will send me straight to the hospital. Yeah, it's kinda freakish. Besides, pizza stores here would prefer that I buy by the whole tray than a slice, which I can't afford it for health reason. Guess I might need to stick around with Sbarro's in the Union until I'm confident enough that my intestines can handle the rough pizza ride down the tubes.

Speaking of tubes, I came across the scariest thing: DEEP-FRIED PIZZA. Yeah, you read it. DEEP-FRIED. I saw a clip (Topping Pizza on The 9) that shows somebody somewhere in NY that dip a slice into a batter, gives the poor baby a hot oil bath, and then cut the pie into half. Thinking about gazillion calories in that shi*... uggghhh, I think I need some fresh, warm lemonade to clean my intestines now.

P sMizza Cat of the Month

A white cat and a bowl of oat grass. Isn't that a pretty sight?

Eat a little, rest a little

I know it's been awhile since the last time I sampled pizzas M-town has to offer. It had been a fun experience. Do I want to keep this project going? Sure, I do. Start eating pizza again soon? No, I don't think so.

Since I got back from my last trip to A-town, my digestive system has been quite restless and temperamental, with storms of gas and all. No, it's not IBS or anything close to that, thank God. Suffice to say, I have been feeling pretty bloated, and that's quite embarassing. After all, there's nothing more embarassing than hearing a chorus of 'burping', bloated intestines, and that people around can hear that, too.

So, I think it's best to let it calm down a little before I should embark on the next chow. It could mean not until sometime the following week.