Apparently, people who spend their working lives in tropical paradise retire to Grim-Lower-Middle-Class-Suburb, Illinois.
Well, that kind of makes sense. Enjoy the sun and surf young, and move back to winter when all you want to do is read, watch movies and drink tea.
So, they finally got me -- I ordered the new-version Domino's for the first time, and I like it less! Good to know. Of course, I also have better delivery pizza here, so I'm going say Never Again.
Jesse, I've found the new crust is way too distractingly flavoured. The deep dish pizza is not actually deep dish and is much tastier. But I still haven't found good local delivery yet.
ITA on the crust. It makes me not want to eat it for breakfast.
The only chain pizza I like anymore is the Pizza Hut Thin Crust. That was yummy.
Unrelated to pizza (or anything else), the thing I like least about parenting these days? The smell of teenage boys' feet. My god. TOXIC.
ALSO I am now the owner of a fire extinguisher!
We own six. What? I'm married to an actuary.
Scrappy, if you go with Oahu and are interested in surfing lessons, call Hawaiian Fire--you won't regret it! Lessons from off-duty fire fighters. Worth every penny.
Thin crust tastes good right away, but reheats for shit. I keep forgetting that when I order it. And since it's only little old me, there are always leftovers.
(Don't tell anyone I used cream of mushroom soup to make the sauce instead of putting on pants and buying mushrooms, k?)
Eh. Add a dash of sherry and it's - well, not great, but reasonably tasty.
I haven't eaten Domino's in so many years that I'm not sure I even could at this point, even though Monaghan doesn't own them anymore.