pizza | Victoria Goes to Paris

One of the great things about living where I live is the abundance of restaurants right outside my door! (I rarely even eat out, so this isn’t actually a real pro for me, but it’s definitely something to brag about to people.) One day, (specifically, September 22nd) I was seriously craving pizza (as I am always craving specific food) and because I do not have a freezer, I had to treat myself to pizza right next door. Actually, interesting note, the pizzeria next door, called Pizza Odessa, has a door that connects to my building because we share the same garbage disposal area.

I joked that I would befriend the owners of this pizza store because we’re neighbors and maybe one day, they’ll give me a special loyalty discount. But, I still haven’t returned because eating out is way too expensive for my liking. Once in a while is good. But I don’t think I’ll ever achieve loyal customer status here.

What did I order? Chorizo (similar to pepperoni, if not the same thing) and jambon with champignons. In the window, it didn’t look very appetizing, but after they reheated the slices in the oven, it was all oozy and delicious. Yum!

Pizza is also strange here. Most of the time, it comes in rectangular form.

One day, I was craving pizza, as usual. As I was grocery shopping, I picked up a pack of two frozen personal pizzas. But as I was roaming around the store, I found another pizza for even cheaper. So I took the cheaper one instead, of course. But when I got home and was unpacking my groceries, I realized that the cheaper pizza was, in fact, not pizza! It was a tarte fromage. I was completely devastated because not only had I failed so marginally at getting my pizza, the tarte fromage did not even look appetizing. I did my best, however, to make the best out of the situation. The tarte fromage did not taste as bad as I expected, especially not with the saucisson sec. But it took me about three servings to finish the whole pie. Two servings too many. Now I know better to read the box clearly.

September 20th:

Then, finally, on October 4th, I bought the personal pizza. It did not taste as good as I hoped. Ah well. You win some, you lose some.

And recently, on October 20th, I tried some mini pizza (4 cheese) from the French grocery store and it was delicious! Now, I am a repeat buyer of this one specific brand and topping. Maybe the reason I love it so much is because of the easy-to-handle size, the garlic-y taste, and the lack of tomato sauce (which I know goes against the rules of traditional pizza, but hey, mini pizzas are not at all traditional either).

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