Tiffany and Mary: When Wolves Attack

Mary and T-Funk

Tiffany and Mary totally rule.  Their birthdays were a little while ago, and even though we celebrated at Ego’s that night while poring over an impressive collection of Lone Star cap puzzles, they had yet to claim their birthday pizza.

Somehow I got known in Mary and Tiffany’s Austin women’s rugby community as “Free Pizza Steve”.  I forget how it happened, but rubgy ladies are tough, so I didn’t question it too much.

“Um…excuse me…my name is not Steve…yeah…it’s Seth…and about my red stapler…?”

Mary was working late last night, so we agreed to meet at Homeslice just before 9 so we could be seated by 9:15.  Wrong!  I shoulda known by now, as I do go to Homeslice rather frequently.  Clare, my fave hostess, said it’d be an hour.  Whatever, I thought, it’s usually less because most people when confronted with an hour-long wait for dinner at 9pm say “Screw this, I don’t want delicious pizza THAT much” and then leave, opening up spots in line.  You see, most people have to pay for pizza, just like they would have to pay for whatever else they might eat.

Not last night.  It was over an hour, so when we sat down, we were hungry like the wolf.  After some hemming and hawing, we decided on spinach, fresh tomatoes, garlic, fried eggplant and extra cheese, with sausage on their half and green olives on Erin and I’s half.  Before the pizza came, Shauna (fave waitress!) came by and asked how we did in ordering.  We all mumbled something about not loading this one down and keeping it simple.  Five minutes later, the pizza came out, and the waitress was like “Y’all went crazy tonight!”

Now, I’ve had some good pizzas at Homeslice, and I’ve had some great pizzas at Homeslice, but this one was truly excellent.  Throughout the meal we kept commenting about how incredible the pizza tasted.  The toppings complemented each other nicely both in taste and texture, the crust was warm and tasty and there was an even distribution of sauce and cheese.  I don’t know if it was because it was 10:30 and we hadn’t eaten yet, the choice of toppings or an extra dose of love in this one, but it was one of the best.  I can’t decide if I want to try this combo again to see if it tastes as good or continue with my streak of different pizzas.

At the end of the meal I looked for the perfunctory take-out box that has become a permanent fixture in my fridge and recycle pile.  But with four of us, there was no box.  I felt sorta naked leaving.

Speaking of which, Tiffany is leaving Austin in about a month.  It’s really too bad, she’s one of the most fun people I know.  I don’t know what I’ll do without her.  Maybe I’ll have some pizza to console myself.