Individual Pizzas

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Today my family and I tried out a new restaurant to us. It is called Pie Five Pizza Company. I have to admit, all of us were very satisfied. I like pizza. I live pepperoni pizza mostly, but I also like the pizzas that have mushrooms, onions, sausage, pepperoni, and bell peppers. I forgot one ingredient which would have been Canadian bacon. My wife had the cauliflower crust and loved it. My eldest son and I had the thick pan crust and my youngest had the thin crust. All of us were satisfied with what we chose. The price of the meal with drinks was around $44. Is that a good price? Well, I thought it was somewhat pricey, but the food was excellent. So is it worthy it to pay that much for pizza?

Well, it depends on several factors–at least from my point of view. First, are the ingredients used to make the pizza average, better, excellent, or superior? Well, I have to say that the ingredients used at Pie Five Pizza Company were very fresh and I would rank them as excellent. The meats looked a little dry while they were sitting in the bins where they get them for your pizza, but they are pre-cooked and then added to the pizza according to your choice of what you’d like on your pizza. Again, all of the ingredients that I picked were excellent for my pizza.

Second, is the crust good? Yes, the thick crust was very good and according to my wife, her cauliflower with almond flour crust was excellent. The thin crust that my youngest son had been crispy just like he likes it. The only thing missing, or maybe I just didn’t get the flavor from all of the rich flavors of the pizza, was a buttery taste on the crust. I do like butter–the real stuff–not that margarine stuff. So, that is the one thing that I thought was missing.

Third, I think the ambiance of the restaurant itself is important. The restaurant was plain. There was a large mural on the wall and it showed people’s mid-sections. At least none of the mid-sections looked like mine: chubby. But I would suspect that if you ate these pies on a daily basis you might end up with a thicker mid-section…I’m just saying…but I really don’t know. The music was a too loud for my liking, but when you go into a millennial styled restaurant, it is going to be a bit loud for us old fogies.

Finally, the freshly brewed sweet tea was excellent! If you like sweet, sweet tea, this is your cup of tea! I thoroughly enjoyed drinking the sweet tea at Pie Five Pizza Company, and living in the South, it’s important to have a good sweet tea. Now I couldn’t tell if it was sweetened with regular sugar, stevia, or agave, but whatever they use for the sweetener and whatever type of tea they use, I wouldn’t mind going there just to get a cup.

So, this is my experience at Pie Five Pizza Company. If you’ve not eaten there, I would suggest it. I know that my family enjoyed it. Thanks to the employees and the good food for a pleasurable experience!

 

“I made it through it…thanks for asking!”

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If only I had a Valium prior to going to the dentist. It is so grueling to me to have to drive to his office. Throughout the entire drive I just think of how much pain is going to be involved in the visit. Granted, teeth cleaning is not by necessity a painful thing. I mean, there’s no gum disease and there’s not even any cavities. But it is the thought of having to have the dental work done.

Then, just as I am signing in, I hear a kid screaming in the back, you know, where they do “the procedures.” I don’t know if he was getting his teeth cleaned or if he was having a cavity filled, but the scream was that of someone possibly killing the child (not that I condone any kind of child-killing; I’m 100% pro-life; and, I don’t need any emails about my position or your position because my mind is made up on the issue).

After signing in to let the office personnel know that I am there, I have to then sign off on a bunch of paperwork. You know the paperwork. It’s all the HIPPA stuff and agreeing not to sue the dentist for any mistakes that he might make in giving the gas or cleaning the teeth or filling the cavities. I gladly sign them with ever sweating palms. I mean, my palms are sweating…almost dripping sweat. I mean to say, the nervousness would have, nay, could have been avoided with a Valium, but to no avail. I didn’t have one.

The office manager then asks for payment. This procedure cost $192! Are you serious? I remember when gas was only $0.39/gallon! Since when are prices for teeth cleaning or other procedures so much for so little time? It makes absolutely no sense to me to pay for the racking of the brain, the nervousness, the anxiety that goes with traveling to the dentist office, with arriving there, and then going through the procedure. I’m telling you, I don’t think it’s worth it!

It’s like paying property taxes! I don’t know if that’s worth it either! I mean, just what do my taxes pay for? I know, I know: it pays for all the city services. Well, as much as I pay I wish they would take care of my lawn with a mowing team and, most of all, a weed-pulling team, but nope! They don’t provide that type of service. Yeah, yeah! They provide police and fire services, ambulance services, garbage pickup and disposal services. I understand why we pay property taxes. It’s supposed to be helping to pay for schools as well even though there’s a bunch of fundraisers throughout the year.

But I digress. I’m still nervous after the dentist visit.

I take a book with me to read while I’m waiting to be called. I read an entire chapter of the book waiting in anticipation for the call. I’m not sure the HIPPA thing is all that good because everyone in the room ends up hearing your name. Who’s to say that someone isn’t writing my name down and stealing my identity? You see, there are so many things that can go wrong at the dentist office. At any rate, I was reading when all of a sudden, the dental hygienist comes out from behind a door and calls out with a loud voice:

“Giovanni!”

I was mortified. My poor seven-year old had to see the dentist, but I want everyone to know that I made it through it…thanks for asking.