I read an interesting stat the other day on pizza consumption in the US. Basically three billion pizzas are sold in the US and the average American eats about 46 slices a year. So, while I’m not a math whiz, this basically means that we all consume a ton of pizza.
Personally, I probably eat well over those 46 slices a year, since I probably eat a minimum of four slices each sitting. Heifer-ish, I know. But, I mean, how can you go wrong with bread, pizza sauce and cheese? It’s the perfect combination that is only enhanced when you add more toppings.I also read that it was once considered peasant food, since it is designed to be eaten without utensils. Hmm…
Anyways, I’ve had some great pizza and some terrible pizza in my time. And, not to be a bragger, but I’ve also had pizza in the thin crust motherland, Italy, and the deep dish heaven, Chicago. I’m not picky and love both types – as long as it’s good, I’m one happy eater.
The other day, my sister was perusing Yelp and came around Bibo’s pizza parlor that was described as a hole in the wall (and next to a liquor store), yet the user ratings were phenomenal. I asked her if she wanted to tag along on my adventure and she reminded me that it’s swimsuit season. Rude.