Pizza Problems

So there is a pizza place around the corner called Pizza Guerrin, which is hands down the best joint in town. You get a delicious slice of pizza heaven for $2.40 pesos…which is about .65 US cents. They cook em up in a huge vaulted stove, the size if a bedroom, and use these long ass poles to slide them around from the little door. The pizza chefs remind me of the gondola drivers of Venice.

This sounds great , right?  Well, the deliciousness of the pizza has actually made from a very weird problem for Peter and I. We eat the shit too much and we’ve become embarrassed to even walk by the place. The employees snicker and laugh at the fatty gringo’s who eat Guerrin’s twice a day, whever we walk by. We had a similar problem in Berlin, at the Pizza Prince. The lebanese dude who worked there would just bust up whenever we rolled through.

Anyway, I am starved, so I don’t give a shit. I jsut gonna wear my Che hat, and maybe nobody will notice.

Suerte.