I Appreciate Variety
Erin felt like going for a more simple pizza a couple days ago, one that wasn’t buried under an avalanche of toppings. We agreed that we’d each pick two, although garlic was such an obvious given that neither of us had to waste a choice on it. I chose roasted red peppers and broccoli, she chose fried eggplant and extra cheese, and I went ahead and got anchovies on my half, figuring it wouldn’t upset her rules since she wouldn’t be touching the rancid delicious and healthy little fish.
When the waiter brought the pizza, he asked if we wanted anything else, and I asked for a side of marinara to dip the crusts in. Erin asked for ranch. I rotate fairly evenly between marinara, ranch and olive oil. Homeslice is perfect in every possible way, except for it’s ranch (although now that I think about it, the line could stand to be a little less long). It’s a little too sweet for my taste.
Erin told the waiter that she always gets ranch, and I told him about my little rotation. While not slighting Erin, he called me a man who appreciates variety. Odd words, since I eat pizza at the same place 2-3 times per week.
And sadly, garlic got left off, making this pizza our first one bereft of garlic. That’s ok, we didn’t even notice until halfway through.