(Also when isn't it easier to pick up pizza than make dinner?)
This time we got pizza from Frankie's. I didn't even know this place existed but I probably drive by it every day of my life. Probably more than once.
I'll keep driving by in the future. No need to stop again.
We picked up Braeden from the pool right before picking up the pizza. He was newly sunburned and exhausted but still able to pose in his goofy way.
The cheese pizza:
It was completely soggy in the center. Not easy to eat but Mark gave a noble effort.
Haven't you always wanted to see a picture of us eating messy pizza? See, dreams do come true.
Their "specialty" was the Feeding Frenzy. It sort of seemed like another pizza where they just tried to use up some leftover ingredients. I liked the fresh green peppers and pineapple and tomatoes but the sausage had caraway seeds in it and I think that is a crime.
It was OK.
turns out teenage boys are less picky than others about pizza... |
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