This year at The Taste of Chicago I was walking past the Connies Pizza Booth when I noticed this sign:
“Holy Shit, a pizza cone!” was my first thought. Without hesitation, I presented the vendor with a fist full of food tickets.
“I’m one of the lucky ones”, I thought . . . Few people in the world have had an opportunity like this. I’d be a fool to let such an opportunity pass by. This is something I can tell my children about.
And think of the practical applications! For the first time in history you could make a toast with your pizza and not look silly:
I was in for a treat . . . or was I? (no)
Everything about the pizza cone rules, except for the taste. Imagine a slice of public school hot-lunch pizza pureed and spackled into cone shaped hot-pocket quality crust. Still better than Domino’s . . but sadly I don’t think science has perfected the pizza-cone just yet.