After a debacle of pizza-eating in Gettysburg, PA, my friend Liz shared her friend’s theory about pizza: “Pizza is like sex. Even when it’s bad, it’s good.”
We’re going to have to respectfully disagree. (About the pizza part — the other half of the statement is sort of correct.)
The pizza we ate was abysmal, some of the worst I’ve had the misfortune of tasting. A mushy, pasty, doughy mess masquerading as crust, sauce that couldn’t have been more than two steps removed from Ragu, limp toppings, and a mountain of goopy cheese that weighed the sad slice down like a cheese avalanche.
I didn’t take any pics, and I don’t even want to say the name of the restaurant, because it feels too mean. I almost thought it’d be funny to post a pic of the slice, but silhouette it out like one of those anonymous interviews you see on Dateline. Believe me, this pizza should remain anonymous.
Shudder. I told Liz we need a pizza reboot, and we’ll just pretend that never happened.
Have you had any truly bad pizza?