Imagine you came home from work after a long 8 hour day your wife has your pizza hot ready waiting for you that you got takeout you've worked up an appetite pizza papalis is one of your favorite pizza places to frequent. You make it home to your pie (not the wife). Lol you take a few bites of you slice you realize the consistency of the sauce. On your tongue. It’s different. From the myriad of times you’ve visited there’s something thin, lengthy there. Not a herb not parsley or Basil leaves. It couldn’t be. But it was, this time its a arm or beard hair in your slice that you then have to discard the entire Chicago style deep dish pizza… i wish i could give half a star for the lack of sanitar...
