Good pizza over bad sex

This afternoon on our way to lunch, my girlfriends sa and sp and I decided that we simply don’t do, can’t do - under any circumstances - bad pizza. Now this has been the case for years. You see ‘good’ Roman pizza has a crispy thin dough base all charred and bubbled from the oven’s heat. It has simply one or two complementary ingredients that are as fresh as the day and speak for themselves. The flavours harmonise and sing a song when you pop a piece into your mouth. By contrast, ‘bad pizza’ is generally suffering from topping overload and their referred to as toppings for a reason – no melding of juicy flavoured goodness here, just disparate toppings swimming amongst an oozy orgy of grated processed cheese. There’s a distinct difference and you, as we decided, either do ONE, or the OTHER.

Whilst slurping our miso soup, the three of us likened our pizza experience to good and bad sex? Good sex – well, you know, is great sex with a happy ending. Bad sex is nothing more that an awkward waste-of-time. A fester of embarrassing frustration soaked in feelings of regret best avoided at all costs. Time, we agreed, much better spent eating good pizza!