Chris L.
Yelp
Have you ever, in the heat of passion, called out the wrong name?
Nope me either. I'm set because I usually don't know their name anyhow; at least their real name. Besides, if I can't kiss you, I'm not going to bother knowing what's on your birth certificate.
But imagine that you cried out, in the midst of the deed, the WRONG name. And instead of being corrected, or smacked, you continued shouting out to Hazel, when truth be known, you were really screwing Tilly.
And then, let's pretend it wasn't until after you married this person, years later, that you were alerted to your error.
I imagine it would be very similar to (minus body fluid swapping) getting a ROTD, but the review was actually meant for another establishment.
Guilty.
The following review was for meant for Pizzacato. It somehow got posted for the Sellwood Pizza Kitchen, and got a ROTD.
Neither are returning my calls.
This is the review that was originally meant for Pizzacato:
Pizza is like sex. Even when it's bad, it is still kind of good.
Following this same line of skewed reasoning, Apizza Scholls would have to be considered a no holds barred Megan Fox, Angelina Jolie flesh & sweat sandwich romp. Dominos is the toothless $10 hooker from 82nd; it doesn't taste good but after a night of debauchery it does the trick.
For me, Pizzacato has always been that semi attractive girl next door, the one you pass by on the way to work, maybe exchange a pleasant smile with, but doesn't normally make an appearance in your mind's fantasy playland where latex clad midgets, big breasted bimbos and Kim V's Mom get down and dirty on a daily basis.
When she first moved into town, sure, we fooled around a little, but nothing serious. A quick slice here, a tossed salad there, but nothing regular. Nothing that kept me coming back for more. We eventually parted ways. I found other hand tossed partners and in the end she wasn't even in the running when needing a late night pizza booty call.
The years have passed, but the other day, the TLB and I, desperate to expand our horizons and satisfy our culinary curiosities, decided to ring her up, invite her over for dinner, have some wine, put on some moves and see what happens.
Well, let's just say since our last encounter, she seems to have added a few tricks to her repertoire. Behind the demure and understated exterior, was a buffet of goodness; a clean and inviting destination, offering some combinations not seen before and flavors that were above and beyond a typical one night pizza stand.
We were both equally impressed and satisfied. Her number has since found its way into our little black book. I'm thinking we might just have to make her into a regular affair. In fact, I might have to see what she is doing this weekend. Maybe invite her over to watch the game, introduce her to some of my friends. I mean, it would be selfish not to share such a good thing with others, wouldn't it?
And by the way...I don't do bad pizza, just bad pizza joints.