A Pizza place that stomps Arinell! Gotta go now! So I went, and everybody was so friendly and great there, and I wanted a plain slice, just sauce and cheese, well, none ready right now, so I'll try the pepperoni slice. All I could taste was salt. Not the crust, not the cheese, not the sauce. Salt. Finished half the slice, quietly tossed the rest. Blame the pepperoni. I'll try it at least one more time.
Well, that was supposed to be dinner, but I'm still hungry, so how about Top Dog, which I have downed so many times for their bun size. Didn't know there was one right there on Center Street. I ask for a brat, guy stares at me, OK, a bratwurst, he kind of zombie-shuffles over to the cooler and gets out a bockwurst, I say no. Just give me, OK, a garlic dog. Now the interminable Top Dog wait while the already fully cooked and heated wurst is reheated, in order to delete any inadvertent juiciness which might have survived previous heating. While the guy stares blankly at the TV (OK, it was the A's, but they sucked last night.) Get the dog, the bun's a pleasant surprise, appropriate size so the dog fits just right, a good sign. Little mustard, little onions, yummy. All I can taste is salt. No garlic, no meat product, just salt, and a little onion. In retrospect, I should have used more onions. A lot more. Eat half and toss it. Go home and have two of those little snack bags of baby carrots and some cheese and a glass of vin rouge. My Monday in food paradise.