You wonder: why is this in my mouth? Why am I mashing my face against it? Do I actually enjoy this? What can come of it? What is our future together?īut this uncertainty fades with each bite as you become accustomed to the unique scent, the unusual textures, the alluring - if unconventional - looks. The brusselkraut, whose presence is made known in every bite, scent, and sight, turns a routine carb-heavy mastication session into a story that you never want to end. Soon enough, it dawns on you that this particular stench is what inspires your ardor. Of course your lips part when you lean in, and of course your eyes close as you anticipate contact… but oh, what’s this scent, this funk, this sour-sweet fetor that you would never expect on a pizza? Is it safe? You reach out and feel a jolt of electricity as you gingerly cradle a slice in your hand and gently fold it. Of course you draw close, doing your best to still your trembling lips. Altogether, the package is surprisingly alluring, like a polaroid boudoir photo of pizza you’ve eyed lustily in days gone by. The tomato sauce, crushed garlic, and onions nearly escape your notice given the other assets on display. Beef tongue pastrami is the centerpiece of this pie and the “raw brusselkraut” makes it difficult to keep your eyes trained on appropriate places. You feel a stirring within when you realize that this pizza can lick you. But when you least expected it, Leaning Tower stood before you and, for the first time, you felt welcome. In the past, you were perhaps too forward, too eager. You had been checking out this Leaning Tower for some time, trying desperately to make a move, but it never surrendered to your advances.
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