Two Amy's Pizza in DC
Thanks to the splendid Christa Cardone for sharing her pizza story.
I feel bad for not sharing this beauty with you sooner. If you have not been, get in your car immediately, drive to our nation’s capital, and get thee to Two Amy’s. Their pizza is D.O.C., which basically means it is deemed legally awesome by the Italian government. You can learn more about that here.
Pizza Calendar!
http://laughingsquid.com/pizza-is-my-lover-the-2012-lasso-pizzeria-sexy-pizza-calendar/
Now I finally have a reason to live month-to-month.
How many reasons do we need to dislike Herman Cain?
Oh boy is this upcoming election going to be a tricky one. Herman Cain is riding the coat tails of pizza right to the pizza ballot box. Will it work out for him? I’m not sure. On one hand, literally 99% of America loves pizza (that’s what Occupy Wall Street is about, right?). On the other hand, this guy has nothing else going for him except for pizza. We have a lot in common, him and I, but I’m not using my love for pizza as a political soap box.
His choice of song and lyrics is polarizing; he manages to lift pizza to a godly pedestal while putting down other delicious meals such as tacos. Come on Herman, how can you unite America when you’re putting down other foods?
Thanks to Kristin Ross for the submission!
What Do You Want on Your Tombstone?
One of my favorite jokes is, “What do you want on your tombstone?” In the joke’s case, by tombstone it means the cardboard-based Tombstone pizza. So, you know, instead of saying, “Here lies a wily old corpse” you’re suppose to say, “Pepperoni and four kinds of cheeses.” I think that if you don’t get the joke a bandit shoots you. Personally, in lieu of a tombstone I’m going to have a pizza oven erected atop of my corpse.
Submission by the pizza hound James Foreman!
Thanks to James Foreman (Jim.Foreman@gmail.com, look him up!) for submitting this video. I have been in arguments on both side of the coin concerning the origin of pizza, but this video really puts things in perspective. I suppose one of the long-term goals of this blog is to discover the true origins of pizza. Maybe we’ll find that, like a burning bush, pizza was a way for God to communicate to humans? Or maybe kangaroos invented pizza? I don’t know, I’m just a pizza journalist.
The “True” Origins of Pizza, courtesy Gumshoe Pictures. Technical accuracy is not guaranteed.
Brother Pizza Haiku
This starter pizza-haiku comes from my sister, Kerry. It basically sums up why this blog exist better than the 500+ word essay I was going to write.
I had a brother.
One day, he tried some pizza
He never looked back.