So awhile back a Papa Gino’s Express installed itself in Brookline Village, the latest chapter in the neighborhood’s upscale-downscale tug of war. (See also: Pomodoro, Starbucks, Dunkin’ Donuts, and etc.)
Last month PGE, as no one calls it, handed out a bunch of coupons for free pizza slices, of which the hardworking staff gladly accepted two.
And quickly cashed in the first, which yielded a slice that was startlingly pitseleh and sadly greasy.
So the second coupon sat in our desk drawer until it was pushing expiration hard enough to break a wrist (thank you, Raymond Chandler).
Whereupon we redeemed it.
And received, much to our surprise, a pretty decent slice, although still pitseleh.
The moral of the story: Never look a gift slice in the mouth.
So to speak.