Fat Girl Interrupted

It's Sunday, and because Xavier is in town from New York, we spent the day running around visiting the castles outside of Munich. So our usual Fat Girl routine was interrupted by an early departure for the mountains and late return back to town. As a result, we didn't have anything ready for dinner.

"Let's have pizza," we thought. But because Chris usually makes the pies, we didn't know who to call or where to go. So I jumped on my bike and rode around the lower portion of Munich trying to find a pizzeria. No luck. We did have a few flyers in hand but when a pizza place also makes Chinese food, you have to assume the worst. After some more searching, we found an advertisement that looked tolerable. And since we didn't have any other options, we gave them a call.

We ordered two pizzas but they never arrived. After an hour, we called the restaurant back only to confuse them even further. Sadly, they couldn't even understand how to spell our street, let alone deliver our pies to us within two hours. So, we hung up on them and vowed never to call them again.

Who knew it would be so difficult to order a pizza? I guess that's why we never do - and most likely never will in the future. We'll stick to those pies made by Chris. They're 100% better anyway and no translation is required.