After a successful trip to IKEA, (hello mirror, cute pillows, and little plant), the Hubs and I were on our way to our pizza throw down. We arrived first at Sally's.
And it was closed.
Not to be discouraged, we drove down the street until we saw the Pepe's sign. Luckily Pepe's was open, we could tell by the line out the door.
This is me, waiting in line outside in the freezing cold to get me some ZA.
And it was closed.
Not to be discouraged, we drove down the street until we saw the Pepe's sign. Luckily Pepe's was open, we could tell by the line out the door.
This is me, waiting in line outside in the freezing cold to get me some ZA.
After thirty minutes, the manager came outside to thank us for waiting and offered for us to go next door where more seats were available. But the Hubs and I wanted to eat at the Original Pepe's. So we waited, and waited some more. Eventually we were assigned lucky table number 23. With growling stomachs and high anticipations we ordered two pies. One with tomatoes and basil,
And the other pepperoni, sausage, and garlic.
Can we say pizza nirvana?
The pizza did not disappoint, definitely worth the wait.
The problem was, we couldn't stop eating it. After looking up to find the Hubs like this:
I realized we had reached the end of our pizza throw down. Turns out it was between us and the pizza, not the pizza versus the pizza.
We had high anticipation but it turns out, our bark was bigger than our bite.
There is always next weekend...
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