I’ve got a soft spot in my heart (or maybe it’s a hard artery) for pizza. Actually, pizza and french fries, though not served together. There’s some part of me which is eternally 12 years-old and could eat pizza every single day. I doubt I could handle three straight meals of pizza, though I’d give it a fighting try. That being said, I cannot recall a single time that I was too disgusted to finish a slice. The only thing that has come close was my first square slice of pizza. I was probably in elementary school when I was invited to a friend’s birthday where square slices of pizza were served. Not only that, but I was given a middle piece with no crust and was sincerely disgusted and confused. Although I can’t remember specifically, I’m betting that I finished that slice. These days I’ve got not qualms about eating square pizza.