I’m visiting friends in Missouri this week. Today, I volunteered to stay behind with a napping baby while my wife and our friends went out for the afternoon.
I had heard about this place Imo’s which people seem to regard as a local favorite in these parts.
My friends don’t like it–“Pizza on a cracker” they call it derisively–but when I travel one of my favorite things is to try out the kinds of cheap grubby foods people think of as their local fare. So I thought I’d give it a whirl while they were gone.
I like thin crust pizza, so that would definitely not be a problem.
So I’m eating it right now.
And it’s possibly the most disgusting thing I have ever put in my mouth.
The cheese, it’s, it’s cheddar. As far as I can tell, it’s all cheddar. And I can see a thin layer of tomato sauce but I can’t taste even a tiny bit of it. And the pepperoni is like the crappy little mini-pepperoni-bowls you get on cheap frozen pizza at the grocery store. And everything on top of the crust has the consistency of a thick, gummy paste. It’s like partly congealed velveeta.
I mean jesus and all that is holy, this stuff is gross.
Look, I’m really open minded about this kind of thing. When I don’t like a food at first, I try my best to damn well figure out how to like it. ATM I can’t think of any case in which I have failed to find a way to like a food. But oh my God, I truly, sincerely regret ever having put this disgusting, horrid, awful “pizza” thing into my body.
Oh my God. How do you people eat this stuff.
And I ate alot, too, trying to figure it out. I think I may go bulemic for a day.
On the other hand, the toasted ravioli was nice. Nothing to write home about.
-FrL-