The Steelers-Jets game had me in the mood for pizza and wings. And while I would have liked to have ordered from somewhere else, M and I called up Papa John’s for our game foodage.
I left the ordering all to M, but my only request was for wings. Eh, greasy and I ended up only eating a few of the wings. I did finish it off after work the following day, and it hit the spot. I still think the way my dad makes them (boil then bake) is the best.
Was not a fan of the pizza or the breadsticks. The dough just tastes weird to me… and I don’t like that garlic dipping sauce that comes with the pizza. Isn’t it just garlic flavored margarine? Ick.
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