Here in Colorado, they're big on the "take-n-bake" pizza concept, wherein they make you a pizza to your specifications right there while you wait, and you take it home and bake it. It's delicious and gets around that whole "not quite hot" situation you so often find with delivery pizzas.
Our local Papa Murphy's Take and Bake is magical. From the outside, it looks just like a strip mall pizza joint, but just like in Narnia, we become a king and a queen the moment we step inside. The last time we were there, we hadn't brought any coupons (If you're familiar with the work of Ron White, this is the time to whoop "coooo-puns!"). We asked Mitch there behind the counter if he had any specials running.
"Um, not really. How about six bucks?"
Six bucks sounded fine to us -- it was about half price. We paid for our pizza and thoroughly enjoyed it.
Today, we went back and asked Mitch (different Mitch) about the specials situation.
"Well, tell me what you like," he said, "and maybe I can help you out."
We thought about it, and just about had decided on a pepperoni, sausage, and bell pepper when Mitch says, "Fine, I can make that for you... or I have an alternative."
Intrigued, we asked what the alternative was. He told us that he had a few pizzas in the back that had been ordered earlier and never picked up. He wanted to give one to us. We did the math and figured it was a pretty good deal. We tipped the helpful young man $5 and walked out of there with pretty much the same pizza that we would have ordered fresh.
This would never happen in California, and illustrates yet another reason why I love living in the most cosmopolitan city on the plains. Everyone's nicer than us. Sometimes I feel like we're taking advantage, but then I eat some pizza and the feeling goes away.
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