And waited.
And waited.
Not only was the service slow, the lighting subpar and the atmosphere downright vampiric, but also it turns out a "Panino Sandwich" is just a piece of pizza folded onto another piece of pizza. The sides: a bowl of soup that we almost got charged $2 extra for, a 2 ounce container of coleslaw and three potato chips left nothing undesired. To add insult to injury we paid roughly $12 each for these paltry pint-sized pizza-droppings. We vowed revenge, and last night we got it.
The Scene: Panino's
The Game: All you can eat pizza for $5.95.
The Players:
Zach "the devastator" Good: As the leader of this crusade I set an example for my soldiers by fasting all day, forcing each man to set a goal and achieve it, and generally demonstrating an unbridled hatred for the Colorado Springs restaurant scene and what it had done to us.
Brad "the pit" Osborne: Second in command of the operation. He showed up (as did I) over 45 minutes before "the clean up crew" arrived. Putting away two medium pizzas by himself and consuming only half a glass of water during battle, Brad was a force to be reckoned with.
Jose "the sleeping giant" Orozco: Jose demonstrated his commitment to the team by grabbing Leroy and driving down from Denver right after getting out of work. Despite his mild-mannered appearance we learned during the course of the onslaught that Jose was a veteran "aggressive eater" and, though his specialty is the hot dog circuit, his signature "jalapeno sandwich" move proved that he has was it takes to hold his own in the world of competitive pizza-wrecking.
Leroy aka "Eric" Louis "Crazy Eyes" Mary-Beth Phipps: Check out this crazy mug. Weighing in at roughly 25.7 newtons/square inch this guy can really pack away the 'za. Leroy was quick on his feet, never let a waiter go by, and, like his "bash-brother" Jose, absolutely trumped his own pizza-pounding-predictions.
The Score: In toto we consumed 6 medium pizzas plus change. We ordered new rounds of pizza every time the waiter got within 20 feet of us. Below is everyone's "predicted" and "actual" count in number of slices. We got 'em... We got 'em good.
P to the S: Last night, in an effort to alleviate our gastric discomfort, we sought out the soda springs of Manitou and on the way happened to see that Obama's CSprings campaign headquarters was still open. I stopped in, chatted it up a bit, and picked up some literature. I'm headed back there tonight to talk turkey. Hopefully (unless time is just too short) you'll hear more about that tomorrow.
5 comments:
Mama Panino is plotting her revenge. The vampire and his clone may come a knockin'.
Excellent battle names as well.
Haha, that's great. I'm glad some things never change. The waiters probably didn't realize that while serving you and your crew, they too would be served. Justice served :).
~Kate
Good word-smithing sis. You should try your hand at a personal blog. It would give you a chance to write on a daily basis. You could do short scenes, poems, or just your thoughts on the day.
Somehow this is taking me back to Florida and the Rib joint. I think they're still recovering their losses from you, Pat, Brad and Uncle Rob.
Let me know how that Obama thing goes...
Aunt Lis
Uncle Rob definitely would have been an asset at Panino's. He should think about going pro.
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