| rev:text
| - Ah.. the ever-elusive perfect panzerotti. I have yet to find you outside of Windsor.
Let me give you a brief background of my panzerotti affair. When I went to University (of Windsor.. please withold your judgements haha), I was a busy bee working 6 days a week. My day off was Sunday, and by then I was always pooped. So I'd stay in bed, order a panzerotti to be delivered, and watch tv all day. My "Panzerotti Sundays" were sponsered by Pizza Plus. Man. BEST panzerotti ever.. thick dough, perfectly deep-fried, perfect ratio of sauce-to-cheese-to-crunch-to-chewiness. I was in love. I left Windsor to hang out in Banff for a while, where, to my shock and horror, a Panzerotti is completely unheard of!! They have "calzones" which some will tell you is exactly the same. No, no they are not. They are a weak little brother to the mighty panzerotti.
But I digress.
I moved back to Ontario a couple of months ago, my panzerotti cravings completely washed away and forgotten. I've been on this vegan-raw kick lately and honestly a deep-fried folded pizza hasn't even crossed my mind.
Enter the massive hangover.
I'd noticed "Panzerotto" in my neighborhood and when I was ready to die from alcohol withdrawl symptoms the tagline "The original Panzerotto" played like a broken record inside my head. So I forgot about vegan/raw/any sort of health and called the hotline number and ordered me an "Original Panzerotto" (which was in itself a weird experience, because I called the number 222-2221, was sent to an operator, placed my order, and was then called back from the Yonge-Alexander location confirming my order.. why couldn't we have skipped the first step?).
Anyways. I go to pick it up and noticed a few things right away
1- they had pre-made panzerottis sitting in that little heated pizza-display case. Weird, no?
2- my panzo came in.. a bag? I didn't like seeing grease stains. I KNOW what I'm about to do to my body and I don't need a see-through paper bag to make me any more aware of it. Not to mention the fact that anyone who saw me got the clear impression I don't give a shit about my health. Which I do. So I would have appreciated a more discreet option, like a pizza box, and then I could at least pretend it was a pizza that I was taking home to share with others.
Anyway.
So I get home, a little put-off but still super stoked for my first panzo in well over a year.
Imagine my disappointment. First, I'm pretty sure it wasn't pizza dough, but some other panzerotti-specific dough. Which kinda let me down. Second.. I dunno actually. It was just really disappointing. Not that cheesy, not that crispy, not that doughy... I was actually kinda mad at myself for wasting my junk food day on it.
I will however give them kudos for price. It came to $6, I think. I had mushrooms, pineapple, and onion in it. Not bad. Definitely not great. I'll continue my hunt for a good panzerotti... next time I'm super hung.
Also: the diff between panzerotti/panzerotto? no idea. quality I suppose! stick with the 'i'..
There may be no 'I' in 'team', but there must always be one in Panzerotti!!!
|
![[RDF Data]](/fct/images/sw-rdf-blue.png)
![[cxml]](/fct/images/cxml_doc.png)
![[csv]](/fct/images/csv_doc.png)
![[text]](/fct/images/ntriples_doc.png)
![[turtle]](/fct/images/n3turtle_doc.png)
![[ld+json]](/fct/images/jsonld_doc.png)
![[rdf+json]](/fct/images/json_doc.png)
![[rdf+xml]](/fct/images/xml_doc.png)
![[atom+xml]](/fct/images/atom_doc.png)
![[html]](/fct/images/html_doc.png)