I live in a town with no great pizza places. In fact, we only really have two. Pizza Hut and Domino’s. Typical fast food chain fare.
I’ve had better pizza. Much better. And when I moved here, I cried out for something good. Some independent place. Some New York style. Heck, even some Papa John’s. Anything but Pizza Hut and Domino’s.
I hated these two places. The rubbery cheese. The greasy crust. The over-reliance on garlic to cover up the bland pepperoni. The shame of eating every last crumb of an entire large pizza by yourself, even though you hated every bite of it.
But as the years passed, I continued to eat it. Because mediocre pizza beats the best salad any day.
And over time, I began to enjoy it more. The more I had it, the more I settled for it, the more I grew to like it. I started falling in love with this pizza.
Pizza Hut was introducing new flavors and toppings a few years ago. I went online to try and find reviews of the new stuff. No direct review, but a few comments I read all had the same message: