Dick was recovering from a traumatic week so we decided to take it easy with take-out instead of going out for dinner. The plan: I would pick up take-out from one of the many restaurants on Castro Street, so convenient given my Caltrain commute. But what was I thinking when I decided to bring home pizza?
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- D’oh! Amici’s offers free delivery. So why was I fussing with take-out?
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- Those old school book-holder spring things come in handy sometimes.
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- The pizza held up well even after a bumpy stretch on the way home.
ycherrs
June 22, 2012 at 11:30 pm
LOL. Can I have some of the pizza?
ladyfleur
June 22, 2012 at 11:34 pm
Oops. We ate it all. If we knew you had wanted some we would have saved a slice. It was superior.
Carol
June 23, 2012 at 5:36 am
Hope that delicious pizza worked as a balm for Dick.
It did look good.
ladyfleur
June 23, 2012 at 8:26 am
The pizza was good and Dick appreciated the rest. So it was worth the trouble. But I don’t know if I would carry a pizza like this again. I was sure it would fall off on the steep and bumpy bike path over the railroad tracks.
Rachel Unger
June 23, 2012 at 3:26 pm
Congrats on ferrying it home!
I’m glad it was tasty.
ladyfleur
June 23, 2012 at 4:30 pm
Thanks. I came really close to walking back into the restaurant and asking them to deliver it for me.
Rachel Unger
June 23, 2012 at 4:48 pm
A new biking challenge – can you beat the delivery man home? Wind sprints!~