Years ago, I had a friend in Aspen who was a very large man. He'd been an offensive lineman on his college's football team, and here in town he'd packed on a few more pounds through plenty of booze and unhealthy eating habits.
Domino's -- the fast-food-ish mainstay that serves up American-style pizzas topped with things like Philly cheese steak, ranch dressing, and buffalo chicken -- just opened its first store in Italy, pizza's mother country. If I could insert a wide-eyed surprise-face emoji here, I would.
A civil engineer recently remarked that nobody wants to pay for the upkeep of roads, public transit systems, or other infrastructure. After all, he quipped, "people get credit for building the new school, not maintaining what we already have."
For many of us, Domino's Pizza was an essential part of our childhood. From being slightly confused by The Noid to counting down that 30-minute window in which they promised our pizza would be delivered, delivery pizza was synonymous with Domino's.