Ever since I moved down here I’ve had a guilty pleasure. Papa John’s pizza wasn’t something that we had in Superior/Duluth when I lived there. My roommate and I ordered some one night and I was instantly hooked. Those that know me well know that I’m not a big pizza fan anymore. I’ll eat it here and there but I absolutely hate Pizza Hut. I’m also not a big fan of places like Pizza Luce. Decent pizza, but not worth the cost. Papa Johns modified the way I look at pizza. However.. it came at a cost.
2 weeks ago I was enjoying a quiet Sunday vegetating on the computer playing World of Warcraft. Yeah I know what you’re thinking, how geeky is that. I told I was going back to the geek side. Anyways, that’s another post some other month. Sean and I were hungry and I had some money I received from djing the night before. Being the good sumaritan that I am (that and lazy as sin) I ordered us some Papa Johns. for $17 we had an extra large pepperoni pizza to our door and 2 cold 20oz bottles of coke in 15 minutes. Score! We made the pizza disappear relatively quickly and then it hit me. My lungs felt like they were going to explode. Nothing but pain. I was keeled over at my computer, my party complaining at me that I wasn’t holding my own in Gnomeregan. For 2 hours I sat there, suffering. Then I burped. It wasn’t like a quiet, I was trying to hide it burp. I’ll put money on it that the fat ho downstairs even heard it. If she had plates on the wall, it’s quite possible they rattled. The pain in my chest was gone, yet I was left with the side affect of a sore lung. Probably from expelling what ever the hell you’d call burp gas.
So fast forward to last night. Sean and I once again were sitting at the house, this time spinning records before we had to go down to Mell’s. We decided to order up some Papa Johns but this time I did it online. It’s amazingly simple. They store your info, you pick what you want from the menu, and in 45 minutes you’re supposed to get your pizza. Wrong! 5 minutes after placig my order, my phone rang. Due to a tornado warning, they’re not making any pizzas. We couldn’t pick our pizza up, they were just shut down. Turning on the TV, I was quite hungry and starting to get a stomach ache. Watching the weather, we noticed that the warning would be over at 8:00pm. With only 15 minutes to wait, we sat there, hoping for laziness to prevail. Six or so records later, Sean made the call. They were still closed even though the warning had been lifted 5 minutes ago. I had considered at this point making some Kraft Mac and Cheese but like I said, I was feeling lazy. I was sick of it, the warning was lifted, why the hell could I not have my Papa Johns. After 10 minutes passed I called with Sean’s phone and asked if they were making pizzas. They had just started. 30 minutes later, I had put down 3 slices of Papa John’s pizza, and the lung pain came again.
I don’t know what it is about Papa John’s pizza. I think I determined that mixed with coke, it’s a killer combination for me. Burping tends to alleviate this problem but it’s like my body doesn’t tell me to burp. Either way, I still ate my pizza, and actually plan on going home to eat the left overs. Booyaka.
