PLACES WE'VE EATEN PIZZA
Because I need a happy thought today. Sidenote: obviously we eat at places other than strictly pizza ones, but—like so many other breathing humans—pizza is an easy and fun outing to take every once in a while. In the 11 months we've been together, we've been to six, and have several more on the docket. Pizza my heart.
- •Main StreetThe first place we ever ate together in your city; it was practically empty and we each got slices and I told you the story of my mom making my dad promise to get her pizza once a week when he proposed; then we walked around downtown and you showed me the outside of places you'd frequented growing up.
- •ScratchThe hipster aura was dripping off the antique furniture hung on the walls which of course made me feel like a Loser, but we took the pizza back to your apartment and snuggled and everything was lovely.
- •I made pizzaMy parents were out of town so I made a cheese pizza to celebrate National Cheese Pizza Day; I'd never made pizza from scratch before and I'm fairly certain I did it wrong but it was unexpectedly delicious and we danced around my parents' kitchen like it belonged to us.
- •Chef'sOne of the best pizzas in my city, Chef's is a longtime favorite; we went the day after Trump was inaugurated because I needed an escape from my pro-Trump household and we hadn't yet had pizza in the new year, and for the first time in so long I felt like I could survive this monster's "presidency."
- •Chuck E. Cheese'sAfter the *most* stressful couple weeks of my entire life, we got some very happy news; we decided to celebrate by releasing our inner children—eating bomb pizza, playing arcade games, and giving our tickets to whomever was our favorite kid that we saw. This is now our tradition when we treat ourselves to CEC, and it makes my heart swell every time.
- •Johnny Brusco'sDecided to take a longer-than-usual walk through JC, and when we got hungry we could NOT decide where to eat. When it doubt, pizza it out, I guess? This was around the time I started calling our little pie outings the Pizza Tour of the Tri-Cities, although I'm sure we will eventually branch out of the area in which we grew up.
- •Stephen's PizzeriaYou had pepperoni on your half; I had ham and mushroom. The cheese tasted like it was sent from heaven and I dragged out eating my half because I didn't want to say goodbye for the long weekend.
- •Ed's PizzaThe pizza was good, but the place was so depressing. The not-popular vibe eeked from the walls. Probably because the employees were young and didn't seem like they *any* desire to be there—but was thrilled to be across from you in that frigid little hole in the wall drinking tepid water from a styrofoam cup.
- •Carabba'sThe pizza was on the small side but it was actually quite nice because it didn't murder us on calories. We got grated Parmesan on top and when we ate it you said it had "too much cheese" and I almost did a pizza spit take as I realized how precious it was to take me somewhere "classy" and get pizza and I thought about us doing things like this for the rest of our lives.