What? Like I said, all my magnets aren't equally cool. Equal time for the common ordinary fridge magnet.
This is the pizza place right around the corner from me at home. The guys all know me by sight, and between them and my mom's frozen cooking, they keep my plate full of good food.
Ironically, I don't end up getting pizza as much - why? Because their chicken marsala's to die for, and their hamburgers are arguably the best within a 5-block range.
And bonus - when I call in an order, they also know that my apartment is 6Z, as in Zebra or Ziti. Not Z as in 6Victor. Not Z as in 6Gyro. Or Z as in 6City. Or Z as in 6Sixty. Oh, my poor neighbors in 6C, 6G, 6S and 6V.
(And, yep, blurred to hide the address. Can't be too careful.)
1 comment:
Mmmmm. Meat pies. I want Perfecto's now, please!
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