For years, I was a pizza fiend. And although I haven't touched the stuff in almost a year, I'd like to think that even my pie-lovin' pre-Paleo self would have felt a little nauseated to learn that ONE HUNDRED ACRES OF PIZZA ARE SERVED EVERY DAY IN THE UNITED STATES. (I wonder how much of it is served at Planet Fitness gyms.)
And the vast majority ain't even the good shit -- you know: The stuff that's worth breaking your general rule to eat clean. (Example: The pizza we had from LA's Pizzeria Mozza, above.) Know what we Americans prefer?
That's right: PIZZA HUT.
COME ON, PEOPLE -- IF YOU'RE GOING TO INGEST CRAP, GET THE CRAP THAT ACTUALLY TASTES GOOD.
SORRY -- I'M NOT SHOUTING -- MY CAPS LOCK IS STUCK. (Totally not true.)
Previously: Pizza For Lunch, Let's Have a Bunch / I Wish Cavemen Ate Pizza