Pangea’s Pizza
So I had some of the best Coca-Cola* yesterday at Pangea’s Pizza in Traverse City. It was just extra tasty, I’m not sure why. And not only was it served in fancy old Coca-Cola glasses it was served by the charming Rachel** who attended to all my cuisine related needs. That, a slice of pepperoni pizza, some on-line access and I was all set. I was hoping for more dead animals on my pizza but I would have had to order a whole pizza.
I mentioned WiFi availability earlier today: I could see a few local access points from inside the restaurant (none of which I think were Pangea’s) but eventually I’d lose the signal, the same if I hooked up with my cell phone. Not sure why. Probably something with all the pleasantness radiating from Rachel was interfering with my digital*** reception.
* – In case you were wondering the best Coca-Cola I ever had was at the Chicago Aquarium in February of 2002. This is fountain Coca-Cola, in the bottles it’s generally the same, unless it’s in the glass bottles where it’s extra delicious.
** – I’m thinking Rachel was spelled slightly differently (sorry).
*** – Pleasantness is a full spectrum analog signal in case you didn’t know. It’s supposed to overwhelm everything.
Was Rachel the former stripper? And I find it hard to believe there is an 8 inch rule for shoes….
Rachel was not the stripper!. (Sorry Rachel!)
The stripper story wasn’t didn’t even take place at that restaurant.
I didn’t really think the 8 inches were a union rule :)
As I said, I was just repeating…
Oops, I just realized I never mentioned the stripper story here. I had mentioned that on Sharon’s blog at http://happycatbert.typepad.com/sharons_so_called_life/
Now, I’ll need to blog about it (later). And it has nothing to do with me and a strip club (it just sounds that way).