So I'm on my way home, having an inner battle: Cora pizza mmm..., NO trying to be super frugal, mmm pizza, No I have eaten out way too much since I got back to Toronto, but veggies! garlic! fresh doughy bread! sauce!, No I have pasta ready to be cooked at home. Ok pizza. I walk to the front door and there is Papa Cora, sitting inside apron on with 2/3s of his index finger hooked up his nose, elbow jutting out at 90degrees. really digging at it. ok, pasta.
Then on the way home I remembered how an old roommate once went in there late at night and Cora was there pissed drunk. Roomie ordered a vegetarian slice and Cora apparently went on about how that was the right decision- he won't let his family touch most of the meat there. And hs minions shifted about uncomfortably (so I was told). ew
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this is why i'm a ceo's
Papa Ceo was a super asshole to E and I once about three years ago and I haven't been back since. I may just be ready to forgive him and have a slice.
omg when was this?
they have tv and beer and hi-jacked mall tables in the back and they let you sit in the dark.
re raymi- that does sound better than wedging yourself inbetween the door and the buzzing drink cooler. but yesterday E and I started talking about 'the incident', and it got us outraged all over again.
oh the deep dilemmas of my life
ok what happened let me hear it
I wish it was a cooler story, but it basically starts and ends with me E and B going in there, looking at all the pizza options and him saying something like 'come on ladies, just pick a slice and pay' but definitely ruder and quite gruffly. There wasn't even anyone else ordering or waiting. So we took our business elsewhere.