Sometimes you want to fall passionately in love, to be ecstatically caught up in another person’s smell, to obsess over every exquisite detail. Sometimes you’re after nothing more than a good time and a polite goodbye wave the next morning. Maybe a little barbecue sauce as well. And, metaphorically speaking, that’s what Favori PIzza offers you. Not the kind of thing you linger over and enjoy, but the kind you have on the run, or because you’re feeling a bit daffy. A cheap and simple good time, maybe some meat, maybe a bit of spice. For me, probably some barbecue sauce. Like, a lot.
