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I still remember the first pizza I ever tasted. It would have been around 1958 and I was playing with some friends at their house.
Their older Sister had gone out to an Italian restaurant and bought a couple of pizzas and brought them home. She gave all of us some. I thought it was the most delicious thing I had ever tried.
I was 11 years old. Of course I had heard of it but thought of pizza as some exotic dish they only ate in big cities.
BUMP
And they do have some excellent deals. Anything from restaurants to massages to makeovers for the babes, to two-hour horseback rides in the desert to spelunking in the caverns, to oil changes.
Capitalism finds a way.
I love pizza but now am only eating low, low, low carb pizza I make myself.
I'm from Brooklyn. Born in the Slope. Living in Bensonhurst.
I like pizza. Good pizza.
Stan’s Pizzeria on Topanga Canyon Blvd in Woodland Hills.
1967.
Not to nit-pick, and I realise that you could have been going back to the store anyway, but there’s no way it was worth $1 to drive home, print out a coupon, and drive back to the store.
It would have been easier to just walk up to some other store patron and ask them to pick up a coupon for you. Then you could have made your purchase, and saved the gas and time and cost of printing, plus the value of your own time.