Pumped for Pizza

I enjoyed seeing this photo montage of my reaction to our giant Brooklyn pizza from Redballs Pizza on Sunday night, especially because I wasn’t aware that the two first photos had even been taken, and they capture my “I LOVE FOOD” crazy-face quite well.

I got a groupon for $10 for $20 worth of pizza, and we got this humongous cheese and pepperoni pie. It was really tasty and Matt even said it was better than a Chicago pizza. (At that point, I jokingly pulled off my wedding band and engagement ring and handed them to him, saying “I don’t think it’s going to work out”. I  have fierce Chicago pizza pride, being a native!) (NY pizza is definitely easier to eat and less filling, but there’s something about that cake-like crust that lures me in on a Chi-town pie)

Anyways, I look kind of like a creepy old man who drives a white kidnapper van, except instead of being obsessed with children, I’m obsessed with food. Yep. It’s an addiction.

"Why yes, mr. giant pizza. I will hover over you creepily and then EATZ you!!!"

"OMGZ. This pizza is huge! And hot! And only cost me $10! GET IN MAH BELLY!"

Not realizing my lustiness for Mr. Pizza had been captured before this photo, I pose in a normal manner. "I like pizza. Stop taking pictures so I can NOM!"

It was good. and big. and cheap. And I had leftover pizza for lunch the next day! All praise the pizza! NOW – the ultimate debate. Are you a fan of NY or Chicago style pizza? Never had either? THE HORRORS, get thee to a highly-rated yelp pizzeria, NOW!

3 thoughts on “Pumped for Pizza

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