This post won’t so much be about dinner as it will be about the anticipation of dinner. You see, I just ordered a pizza online. A Pizza Mia, to be precise, with ham, mushrooms, and black olives on half. Tonight Shane is off to homebrew club, and I am home alone, a little bit buzzed from the ONE beer I had at Blue Tractor at happy hour. One beer! I am entering my 30s in worse drinking shape than when I entered my mid 20s and resolved to drink more.
When we lived in a terrible high-rise in Arlington, one of the only things within walking distance of our place was Pizza Hut. It was our go-to place when we were too tired or stressed or hungry or the commute was too awful to think about making dinner. It doesn’t feel right to be ordering a pizza and waiting for it to arrive – I should have to put on my shoes, walk down 6 flights of stairs, out the door, and across a creepy parking lot in order to get my pizza. I should be able to duck into the bodega to buy some bananas or Mexican sugar soda or strange pastries on my way home. These are the things I associate with Pizza Hut – not waiting for the delivery man to arrive. I hope that the pizza, the first I’ve ordered from a chain in at least a year, lives up to my expectations.
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Haha — I’ve never been to that Pizza Hut because Pizza Hut uses beef broth in their sauce (or at least they used to). But I did get pupusas at that Restarante El Salvador a few times.