The ruinous yuppie pizza makers in St. Helena and Calistoga are sad. They will no longer be able to turn out inedible stone wheels that resembled Spartan shields in texture and strength and smelled like a dead, beached whale. The bodhisattvas in the Tibetan Book of Dead have struck a blow for humankind against yuppie transgressors and killed their nefarious business dead. I, for one, am overjoyed.
Always a good time to bring this up:
WHY WEST COAST PIZZA TASTES LIKE CRAP - An Investigative Report From John Spaeth (1999)