Characters of any cuisine and its provenance ought to say the same thing. That clumsiness was so appealing I would have never known but for the Sicilians. In pizzas too I always sought that guileless savour of Italy. #uncookedwords
A disk of dough touted as Pizza failed its nativity with drab crust cradling measly topping like a haggard and loveless stepmom. On top Barbeque sauce and cheese toasted chicken's birthday in absentia. Medium-roast in Macchiato was dubbed as dark making me doubt an affinity I hold too close to be shot down. I am not naming the eatery that thus wrecked my repast. I'll stride in again some day as facelessly as I do - to be proven wrong and wasted with joy.
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