Maybe it was because I was starving, overheated, dehydrated and just all-around fucked up from driving the moving truck in the 113 degree desert heat without air conditioning. But I had one of those things (chicken alfredo maybe?) while sitting in the shitty Days Inn in Needles Ca on our way out West, and it was one of the best things I can remember eating.
Of course, I'm a big fan of pizza crust anyway, which is what these things are made out of, so...
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