Ah, good...

Is it just me, or is there really nothing better to eat than your favorite slice (or four)? Oh, and a bottle of beer (or two). Hot, melted cheese. It drips and oozes off the crust. The delicate balance of toppings exquisite on your palette. The warm crust tears just right in your mouth. Succulent. Decadent. Your craving delivered. Thanksgiving dinner isn't this good. Think about it. The steam rising from the box. The aroma drifting across the room, filling your senses. Just when you think you can stop. You reach into the box for another slice. The flavors exploding off your tongue. Juicy and fulfilling. Oh, god.