Basileia

So last night, we were discussing what was to be done about dinner, and I felt strangely invested in the question. I wanted good food, but more than that. I wanted what I wound up terming “a food experience.” What we got, given that the pizza was no longer fresh at 8pm, was more experience than food, but certainly not a disappointment. The Pizza king moved to the corner of Jay Street right across from the courthouse a couple months ago, though I personally had never heard of it before then. Then for taste of Union two weeks ago, they offered free pizza to Union students, which, after a little bit of fretting (isn’t it always like that with me?) I enjoyed. Even when it’s not free, though, the pizza is very reasonably priced, and the guy who runs the place is very personable, though he told us last night that he “doesn’t like people, especially not humans.” We showed up just as they were closing, so he boxed up what was left over and gave it to us, dimming the lights for “atmosphere,” but mostly so that people wouldn’t wander up, thinking they were open.

My pizza had tomatoes and bacon on it, and Joey got a very intense vegetable number of which the pizza guy had said “I mean, they’re all good, but you want to get what’s really good…” I drank a cherry coke.