Going to a pizza parlor as a kid was always worthy of joy. And I'm not talking just Chuck E. Creepymaus. I'm talking Pizza Hut, Godfather's, or if you're lucky, a good old-fashioned pizza parlor. As soon as the drinks were ordered, of course you (as I) pretended to play the arcade games while watching the demo screens. Then when the pizza arrived, you loaded that beast up with powdered mozzarella (and depending on the age, or if you're trying to impress someone, red pepper flakes). Delivery pizza has ruined this aspect of childhood. In fact, I'm eating pizza right now.