Panago

god im so hungry.

told myself i wont be spending money on food today but i just ran 17km and need a fix of something that will knock me out for a month. luckily i have a panago nearby,

covered in sweat and breathing like a hound, i burst into this small establishment and begged the terrified kid for a cheese pizza. the shaking child who had the misfortune of dealing with me took my money and gave me what i asked for in about 15 minutes while i eased my mind with the smell of a running oven. i guess ovens dont make a smell, but whatever was inside sure smelled good.

now i dont want to be some elite too-good suburb kid and criticize this mass produced pizza chain, and i won't. this pizza is for specific moments. sure, if i were to break it down and compare it to some of the other smaller artisan joints around here, maybe ill have some things to say but there is a time and place for everything. in this moment, the pizza tasted fantastic. overall I find most of these big chains taste fairly similar - its pizza in the basic sense of the term. but after a long sprint that left me starving, panago was my church. its something ill gladly stuff my face with. like having sex behind a dumpster - there are regrets afterwards, choices were made on impulse, thoughts on how i shouldve stretched, i shouldve drank water, i shouldve had some veggies. but when you crave something, the moment you can indulge in it feels like heaven.