Coachmen Pizza

So last Monday the Pizza Club took a little birthday trip to the Coachmen on 11 Mile and Dequindre. We went there in celebration of the birthdays of President Elle and Vice President Chris. Turned out to be terrible! This is why: 

Sat down, got our drinks. Decided on our pizzas. I was to split one with super duper minions Mom and Dad, half pepperoni/pineapple, half pineapple, onions, ham, other shit, etc. The waitress COULD NOT COMPREHEND THIS. It was the most painful thing to watch in my life. She at one point snapped at Elle, "There aren't three halves to a pizza" while we were trying to explain this to her. I could not believe that she couldn't understand us. I mean... really? And she was getting sassy with us and making us feel like idiots. Strike one. 

Pizza gets to us, took awhile, I'm sure the waitress had a helluva time trying to explain it to the cooks. It looked good. Smelled good. Except for one little problem: CHEAP. ASS. TOPPINGS. 

Strike two. 

Later on, after deciding the pizza was 'meh', we got the bill. Too expensive. Strike three. 

As a lover of leftover pineapple pepperoni pizza, even I didn't want to take my pizza home and eat the rest of it. Gave it to my dad instead. That's pretty sad! 

We gave Coachmen pizza a 2.7. Saving grace was the crust. And I can't remember what else. 

We need to start planning for our third anniversary! We need to make it epic!!!

Office Pizza Parties

I remember when I was in grade school and we would have competitions for fundraisers. Whoever raised the most money got a pizza party! I didn't really care much for fundraisers as a kid, or for pizza parties. I never got to pick what was on my pizza. And plus, every other Friday, Gramma would make us homemade pizza, which was (and still is) better than any other pizza in the world. The rest of the week, there was no shortage of pizza in my parents house, either. My dad worked for Domino's for a while, and both my older sister and myself had jobs as teenagers at pizza places.

I still have my Gramma (which I am incredibly thankful for), but now that I am an adult and have to pay for my own food, I relish the opportunity to get free meals. Especially free pizza meals.

The competitions for the pizza parties are school were cutthroat. I thought as an adult, in the "real world," people would be a little more mature about their cutthroatedness. Boy, was I wrong!

Case in point: We are doing a canned good drive here at work. We are supposed to build a structure out of cans. Our satelitte office is referred to as the "red-headed stepchild" of the company, and apparently, we always get hosed over when it comes to competitions, so most people have given up when it comes to "being involved." A few of my fellow co-workers decided this was a good cause, though, and that regardless of the outcome, we were still going to give 100% (but we still really wanted free pizza too).

Turns out, this contest is no exception to our red-headed stepchild status. We are being pushed every which way when it comes to rules and how our structure will be judged. I asked the organizer of this event if we would have extra time to send a photo to the main office to they would have time to post it for judging purposes, and I was told "it only takes a few moments to upload a photo, so you will not have extra time." O RLY?! I HAD NO IDEA! What I meant was, "hey, are you going to actually print out our photos in such a way that people can actually tell what is was that we built so they could make an informed decision on who they were voting for?"

Apparently, the meaning got lost in the e-mail. They must have assumed that I was trying to pull one over on them. Oh, those red-headed stepchildren. You have to be EXTRA hard on them, you know. (by the way, I have no qualms against red-headed people, stepchildren, etc)

Needless to say, we will not be getting a pizza party. 300 cans of food will still be donated to the local food bank. That's pretty awesome. I would make homemade pizza for the local food bank, but I think that's against some sort of health codes.

I just got a great idea though... Pizza is fairly cheap to produce... Why don't we start a pizza kitchen (like a soup kitchen, duh)? How freaking awesome would that be?!

The NUDE Year

I agree with Patrice. Resolutions are necessary. I resolve to eat more pizza than I did last year, and try pineapple again on my pizza. I also resolve to pay for the pizza less often. Can I resolve to be not lactose-intolerant anymore? That would be AWESOME.

I, like Patrice, am SO SUPER STOKED about our official Pizza Club notebooks that we received from Aunt Michelle, Uncle Nick, Lauren, and Michael. They are good pizza minions. We should give them gold stars. Let's make official badges for the minions and start putting stars on the badges everytime they do something awesome. Our minions need to be acknowledged more. We must appreciate the little people. That is a good resolution, too. Secretary, write that down. Oh, yeah, it's already written down. Nevermind. lolz.

With love and extra thick pizza crust filled with CHEESE,
Elle, The President of Everything.

The New Year

Ahh! 2009! Sounds like a great year for the Pizza Club already! If I had photoshop, I would make a graphic that showed the year 2009 with pizzas as the '00' and a pizza in the loop of the '9'. I guess it would have been cooler in 2008, but I just thought of it now. Deal with it. Anyways, we will be celebrating our third anniversary this year, which I think means we should have triple the meetings!

Vice President Chris and I are moving to a new house! Much, much, much closer to the President and MANY new places to try out pizza.

For Christmas, our lovely Uncle Nick and Aunt Michelle got us these fantastic OFFICIAL PIZZA CLUB NOTEBOOKS to keep all of our scores, comments, and places visited in order. It's absolutely amazing! There's a listing of many potential future Pizza Club meeting spots! We're going to make sure to check some of those places off the list this year...

I think the Pizza Club should have a New Year's resolution. What do you think?

With love and lots of cheese, extra pineapples and light sauce,
Patrice

Most amazing meeting everrrr!

This weekend was a fantastic weekend. It's been planned for a long time now that our aunt and uncle from Colorado were going to come visit this weekend. It seemed like it took forever to get here, and when it finally came, it went by too fast!
Our meeting at Loui's was the best (and largest) meeting we have ever had. President Elle, Vice President Christopher and I had no clue that our Pizza Club Minions, Brian and Norma Jean (dad and mumpants), had invited more of our awesome family, the Bosways. I had a feeling something was going on...!
Everyone arrived, and to be honest, our waitress was being a not-so-nice lady. Our poor Aunt Dawn and Uncle Ray have no Rock-N-Rye over there in the CO, and they brought some in with them, only to be bitched at by her. I was afraid she was going to spit in our precious pizza.
Oh, by the way, did you know that Loui's is so old that VIKINGS once visited? It's true. There was an illustration.

ANYWAYS, I should probably be talking about the pizza.
After much debate, and a proposal created by President Elle to make the Pizza Club completely vegetarian (much to the dismay of everyone else) failed because it was completely ridiculous, we decided on some "Plain Jane" pepperoni and cheese pizza, and mushroom, something, and pepper pizzas, and something completely weird that Matt chose.

My rating of the pepperoni and cheese: 4.95 out of 5.
My reasoning? The outside crust was a little too crispy, and it was a little greasy. But I guess that's what I get for eating pepperoni pizza.

Pictures will be posted soon, I promise.

Love,
Patrice
Secretary/Historian

Pizza Party.

What an awesome Pizza Club meeting today! We went to Loui's in Hazel Park.

I gave it a 4.85 out of 5. I took off the .15 because I immediately died in the bathroom afterward. Ugh. But it was SOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOD. We welcomed SIX new honorary members: Lauren, Michael, Uncle Nick, Aunt Michelle, Aunt Dawn, and Uncle Ray.

We did make some executive decisions about the Pizza Club today:

First off, our Grandma's pizza is now a 6 out of 5. This is mathematically and logically impossible, but we don't care about that kind of nonsense.

Secondly, we will discuss who is allowed in our club right in front of them, even if it upsets them. Every one of our minions and honorary members must understand that Pizza Club is VERY exclusive and that we are doing THEM a favor by even inviting them to begin with. Geez. I mean, we wouldn't invite you if we didn't love you, you know? ISN'T THAT GOOD ENOUGH!? Plus, it makes us feel special.

Third, I am the best President ever, and because of my executive experience, I think you need to all vote for me in 2020 for President of the United States of America. I will be running under the Pizza Party ticket. I know that doesn't exist yet, but I will make sure it exists by 2020.

As Snoop Dogg once said... Drop it like it's HAWWWWWWWWT.

Hello everyone!
I would like to add to President Elle's post that not only is it pepperoni pizza that I love, it's pepperoni and PINEAPPLE. Not Canadian bacon/ham. PEPPERONI with pineapple. Antoniou's of Rochester, Michigan does this pizza the best, I must say.
And also, not only am I the secretary, I am the historian as well. I like to ramble off random Pizza Club historical facts...

Our very first Pizza Club meeting was on April 15, 2006. We, then very naive, decided to go to Pizza Hut in Port Huron, Michigan for our first meeting. The only redeeming quality of the pizza was the stuffed crust. We'll never do Pizza Hut ever again. Unless they drastically change their recipe (hint hint). However the jukebox in that Pizza Hut gave us our theme song; Snoop Dogg's "Drop It Like It's Hot". No, we've never considered changing it, and I don't believe we ever will. Because I'm a gangsta, ya'll knew that.

Being the one-third of the Pizza Club which is not lactose intolerant, I would like to also add that my fellow Pizza Clubbers are badasses for still eating the melty, amazing, gooey cheese time after time. Most of the time they do not take lactaid pills. Chris never does. Badassness, I must say.

I wish I could spend all day writing about pizza, but I have to go wait tables in a restaurant that does not make good pizza. :(