Pizza Is My Addiction

In today’s society, people fall into some bad habits that can eventually become addictions; drinking booze, smoking the ganja, even sex. But today, I need to make a confession to the world: my name is Brian Cady, and I am addicted to pizza!

I have no prejudice between Chicago Deep Dish and New York Pizzeria Style, because I enjoy both versions just the same. I don’t care if it’s thin crust, deep dish, pan pizza, stuffed crust, whatever crust: I will devour it regardless.

Despite whatever difference there may be in taste or quality, I’m not ashamed to say I am an equal opportunity eater of pizza from national chains, as well as local pizzerias.

There is only one thing that would ruin a pizza for me, and I know for a fact that I am in the majority on this: I refuse to eat a pizza with anchovies on it. For me, it is the most disgusting and vile pizza topping I have ever heard somebody order on a pizza, and a definite no-no for me.

Also, if there is going to be at least 1 additional food item ordered with the pizza, is there really any other option aside from chicken wings. It’s not the French fries that are undercooked, not the mozzarella sticks that are still half-frozen, and not even the potato skins that were clearly from a freezer package and not homemade. It has to be chicken wings, plain and simple, no alternatives allowed.

So why am I blogging about my pizza addiction, as well as my unwritten rules for pizza? It is my attempt to master what Alan Fish does so well, a shameless plug.

Tomorrow night, 104.5 The Team and our sister stations will crown the Pizza King of the Capital Region at Pizza Wars 2011. The event will be at Proctor’s Theater in Schenectady from 5:00 – 9:30pm. This is by far one of the coolest events in 2011, because all you have to do is pay 3 dollars and you get to try pizza from 30 different pizzerias. That’s right people, I said 30 pizzerias.

Just think about it, what does 3 bucks get you today? It doesn’t get you a gallon of regular gas, you certainly can’t get a dinner at a restaurant, and you definitely can’t get more than 2 slices of pizza. But tomorrow night, 3 clams can get you as much pizza as you can handle! I don’t know about you, but the thought of 30 different slices of pizza for 3 smackers is mind-boggling for a “pile of leaves” like me. Trust me, by the end of the night, the pizza will have you saying one word: Bellissima!