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.
Originally published on Unwritten by Brittany Graham. Well, it's that time of year again: say farewell to the amazing, sun-kissed memories of summer ...
Sometimes the best recipes come straight from your family. You don't need a cookbook for these delicious recipes. In this new episode of Unwritten Recipes, a HooplaHa Original Series, Felicia Levinson tells us about her son's favorite recipe: grilled pizza!
Friday nights are a good pizza night, right? It's the end of the week, no one feels like cooking. I don't have to work on Saturday, so I can have a few glasses of wine and not worry about waking up to an alarm the next morning.
Where's the fun in telling the Domino's guy you want 3 extra large pizzas (for you and "all your friends") and passing out before he shows up?
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.
We decided that a Hawaiian Pizza Dip should not let any part of the pineapple go to waste, so we decided to bake the pizza dip right into the pineapple remains.
The pizza joint next door does a good slice of violence. An argument mushrooms. The cops on speed dial and paramedics export an unsatisfied customer to the hospital. Something about pepperoni, some kind of insult, I hear a metal pipe over the skull settled it.
You know the expression, "It's a hard job, but somebody has to do it"? Well, we love pizza, but we make this list as hard on ourselves as we can. It's one of The Daily Meal's most compulsively tracked rankings. Why? Because Americans love pizza.
In the 90s, more often than not, you could find me sporting Sailor Moon pigtails, digging into pizza pockets, and washing them down with a Kool-Aid Jammer. The turnover-style pizza was one of my favorite lunches growing up (followed only by Dunkaroos).
My first time in Germany was quite shocking, especially because of having to deal with all the stereotypes and misunderstandings which are counterproductive and misleading in the encounter between cultures.
One of the truest ways to experience a city is to taste it, and that tour de taste should probably start with a bite of the city's most iconic food. Restaurants that serve these traditional tastes are stops not to be missed on your travels.
There's good news for those of us who strive to incorporate cheese into every meal possible.
Milton comes in. There is little poetry left in the man. He's shoeless. Toothless. His face traduced and trampled. The cracks on his face are dry. Saltiness settles in the hollows under his eyes. The dead see, too.
It actually takes the stomach three to four hours to empty out. When you lie down immediately after a big meal, not only is your stomach still churning out hydrochloric acid, an entire acidic food mixture is just sitting there.
You can't buy much for $2 these days, but in Philadelphia, you can feed yourself and a homeless neighbor with just a couple of bucks.
We all know that Hot Pockets were God's answer to the burning question, "How can I make my pizza more fun to eat?" Unfortunately, the devil got a piece of the action as well. He never fails to scald the insides of our mouths as we take that first bite of lukewarm bread only to reach the fiery cheese and sauce within.