The Lunch I Was Never Meant to Have

Friday, September 12, 2003

Yesterday for lunch I was craving the Pollo Basilico pizza from Amato’s.  For the uninformed, that is pizza with chicken, pesto, and mushrooms.  It is delicious.

However, upon arriving at Amato’s I saw that there was no more Pollo Basilico left!  So I took a quick walk to HMV, bought the new My Morning Jacket CD, and returned to Amato’s shortly after in the hopes that fresh new Pollo Basillico pizza pie would be waiting for me.

I was right, but it must’ve been a popular choice because there were only 2 slices left!  “That was close,” I thought to myself as I got in line. 

Turns out it was a little too close, because of the two people in line ahead of me, the first person chooses, from the selection of various types of pizza numbering nearly two dozen, Pollo Basilico! 

Oh no!

And then, as only my fate would ever have it, the second person in line also chooses Pollo Basilico, taking the last available slice!

Now I am fuming.  I am enraged.  It is rare that I know exactly where I want to eat for lunch, let alone the exact menu item.  And these two thieving chuckleheads stole the lunchtime satisfaction right from under me! So I grudgingly order the Pollo Loco, a sad second-rate replacement involving chicken, red onions, and broccoli.

So today I thought I’d conquer the Amato Problem.  I’d go back, order the Pollo Basilico and all would be right with the world.

I get in line, and see that there is one lonely slice of Pollo Basilico left.  What luck!  I can taste it already!

But what happens?  Of the 20-some different types of pizza available, the ONE SINGLE guy in line ahead of me orders the final slice of the GODDAMNED POLLO BASILICO!

KHAAAAANNN!!!!!!!

I think God doesn’t want me to have this pizza.  It must be a sign.  Tell me, Lord, what should I do?  Point me towards the proper pizza path....


Comments

9-12-03 · 3:41 am

fink says:

Hmm, perhaps a sneak attack is in order? Before you go to lunch, proudly proclaim, for all to hear, that you are going to Amato’s but under no circumstances will you be ordering “Pollo Basillico”.

Presto! There will be lots of this tasty pizza waiting for you on arrival.

Or go to McDonalds and order the McChicken sammich. They never seem to run out of those baxtards.
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9-12-03 · 5:05 am

Zzzzzombie Claire says:

Jon, this is like the day I once had a McGriddle, and then since then I’ve wanted another one but there are no McDonald’s near us to go there and get a McGriddle. I guess you will dream about your basilico pizza and I will dream of my McGriddle.

PS: Jon I think you have bad pizza luck, which Roman god have you offended? Clearly the Roman god in charge of pizzas. I think his name was Neptune.

9-13-03 · 10:48 am

MongoLloyd says:

Claire,
Where in 2003 do you live that there is no McDonald’s nearby?