Monday, November 8, 2010
Papa John's, you had me at "garlic sauce".
I shamelessly love Papa John's. I know, there's not much to it. Small pizza with tomato, onions, and bell peppers, no cheese. But there's just something about that processed garlic sauce that calls my name whenever I am in Montana or LA. I think there is only one PJ's in Chicago and they don't deliver to my area. Even though I love the garlic sauce, I'm not willing to brave Chicago traffic in order to get it. It feels so much more rewarding when they bring it to me. Call me weird. Or lazy. Or gross. Just don't badmouth my precious sauce!
Even though I'm pretty happy with this pizza as is, I think I'll try mozzarella Daiya some time. Just to change things up.