My love for food can oftentimes be described as “obsessive.” If someone mentions a cheesesteak, if I’m reminded of summer days eating hot dogs on the Boston Common, or if Jason Sudeikis talks to me through the T.V. about how wonderful Applebee’s is? You know what I’m going to be eating next!
Actually, my boyfriend and I were both craving Applebee's after the onslaught of Jason Sudeikis-voiced commercials and the movie Hall Pass came out that we ended up going to the one right up the street. We won't be tricked like that again.
It doesn’t take much to make me hungry. It does, however, take me a lot to get to that point of obsessive-hungry where I can’t stop talking about it with anyone who will listen.
- I’ve been without reasonable access to a Friendly’s for about four years, so, naturally, I obsess over how I can get my boyfriend to go to Orlando with me so I can get my hands on a Reese’s Pieces Sundae.
- I worked at Iron Hill Brewery when I was in college. I didn’t crave their food after I quit simply because I stared at, smelled it, and consumed it nearly every day for over two years. Once I left DE though and had no chance of eating it again unless I made the six-hour drive from Boston, I began to crave their nachos. And Lejon pizza. And the special pesto grilled cheese they’d make me for lunch.
- I moved away from CT when I was 18 and have only returned to my hometown three times since then. On every single occasion, I went to Vito’s.
I’ll eventually write about all my random obsessive “fixes”, but for now, I’m going to focus on Vito’s and the last time I tried to get my pizza fix. And since the magazine wasn’t able to use my pictures from the adventure, I’ll regale you with a couple of them now.
Ghosts do not do turndown service at this hotel, apparently.
This is it! This is the grated cheese pizza! It doesn't look like much, but I assure you it's the best damn thing you'll ever taste. (And if they claim not to have it on the menu anymore, just show them this picture. Someone there will know how to do it!)