Ink Pen by Phil Dunlap for October 18, 2023

He ain’t wrong…

There’s an independent pizza place near me. It’s constantly rated one of the best in all of New York City. There’s a Domino’s Pizza across the street. Advertising beats quality every time.

When I visited the east coast I discovered that nobody on the east coast knows what pizza is…

The pizza isn’t the reason people go there.

I thought the Chuck E Cheese in Denver was quite good.

Neither is Dominos.

I went to the original Chuck E Cheese, outside San Francisco, in (I think) 1982. The guy who took me there warned me that the pizza was awful, but there was beer, which would be needed, because the experience of the place was best described as “bad acid.” He wasn’t joking.

In the Icelandic sagas there are a surprising number of mentions of cheese making. Important plot elements often occurred in the course of daily doings on the stead.

Ah, Chuck E. Cheese. Where the pizza is bad, the prices are ridiculous, and all the children are screaming.

It was about selling tokens and parties. Never about quality.

The pizza itself isn’t too bad. It’s everything else about the place that I can’t tolerate. Oh, I loved it as a kid, because I was a part of the melee. But now that I’m an adult, the noise is unbearable.

Suddenly, Tim Wilson’s “Chuck E. Cheese Hell” comes to mind.

I love that song!

Wal-Mart has it in the frozen foods section.