So, they do pizza here.
We were invited to a friends' house for pizza on Saturday night. A group had already gathered and they put the order in before we were included in the mix. So, on our way over, we picked up a pizza to bring with us. As we stood in the pizza shop, waiting for our pie to come out of the oven, we marveled at the variety of sizes you can have. There are about 9 to choose from. Most impressive of all is the "interminable" size. The Interminable is larger than "super grande." The Interminable is also larger than "jumbo." Not being gluttons, and trying to do our part for America's image down here, we ordered a very reasonable "large."
Upon arriving at our friends' house, we were greeted with some sheepish grins along with moans when they saw our pizza box. Ordering food on the phone in a foreign language is probably one of the most challenging things out there (that's why we went right to the store). Our buddies had accidentally ordered not just one, but two Interminables! When I say these pizzas are big, I mean, really big. We estimate that the boxes are about 1 meter x 1 meter.
Yes, that is a normal-sized dinner plate sitting in the pizza box. Ordinarily, pizza is delivered on the back of a little scooter. When you order the interminable, the pizza guy has to get a taxi to take it to you. And he might have to put the pizza in the trunk.
Clearly, these slices are much much larger than Bob's head. And, before you say, "Oh, it's just like Pizza Mart in Adams Morgan" let me assure you, it is not. 8 adults and 3 small children made it through just 1 Interminable. Pizza Mart slices are 'as big as your head', not 'much much bigger than your head'.
In preparation for the spring floods or some sort of winter storm, just order one of these puppies and you'll be good for a week.
2 comments:
It looks like it's actually good pizza. That's quite a comforting resource for an American living abroad.
When we were living in Vlad, I ordered pizza from the college cafeteria one afternoon. I was psyched for a bit of familiar food, but when they slapped it on my tray it was not tomato sauce-based. Its sauce was mayonnaise. The mayo was covered in a thick layer of congealed cheese, with a few canned peas for the topping.
That's what led me to believe there should be an international criminal court for mayonnaise crimes. Maybe in the Hague, which would lend the institution some irony.
Gogs, I have to find out from the Collins Report that you have a blog?! What gives?
I like it, though. :). Hope you are having fun!
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