Put a childhood favorite to the test.

Every friday when I was in gradeschool, living in midtown, a few of the families in the neighborhood got together and went to Garibaldi’s pizza. I remember is being the best motherfucking pizza EVER. A slice of sex, except I didn’t really know what sex was then.

I kinda forgot about it, since I don’t often hang out in the UofM area, until I saw a menu yesterday, and was reminded of the greatness.

Well tonight after work, I’m going to order a pizza, take it home, try it, and document, all in the name of science. And also so my arm won’t be chewed off (long story).

I’m scared