If I'm going to eat a bunch of cheesy calories on a Friday night from my couch - then only Rosati's calories will do.
The pizza is the best delivery pizza in town. But that's not my favorite part.
The team taking orders over the phone is capable, kind and actually enjoyable to work with. Every time I call I think, "Where do they find these awesome people?!" That USED to be my favorite part...
But tonight... the delivery guy trumped all.
While waiting for the pizza to arrive, I suddenly remembered that the duct tape I had plastered all over my doorbell to prevent unsuspecting delivery people from ringing it lest they wake my sleeping children and face the wrath of a woman who now has to deal with two awakened toddlers - (breath) - had finally fallen off and I hadn't yet replaced it.
"Oh shoot!" I said to my husband. "I forgot to re-cover the doorbell! The pizza guy is going to ring it and wake the kids!"
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Whew. A knock. NOT a doorbell. "That was lucky." I thought.
And that's when I heard the delivery guy say something to my husband as he handed over the pizza.
"Hey, uh, I thought I remembered there was a sign or something not to ring the doorbell last time I was here (at least a month earlier) ... so I thought I would just knock instead."
Delivery guy? Or angel. You decide.