This time, the offender is Chef Boy-Ar-Dee, presenting this kit to an unsuspecting public. Properly unpacked, mixed, rolled out and baked, it made a pizza that looked like the surface of a burn victim. It was pretty much a dough disc with a smear of sauce and a light dusting of cheese. Hold me back.
Every city has strong opinions about pizza. I imagine that most cities wish that Chicago would please shut the hell up about our pizza. I know Chicago is supposedly the deep dish pizza center of the world (and that's my preference) but everybody I know will eat thin crust too. There are plenty of good thin crust pizza places in Chicago. Every city I've been to has had really good pizza. It's not hard to make... for us here in The Future. Apparently in '58, they were still trying to crack the code.
This feeble offering from Chef Boy-Ar-Dee could go nine rounds with Appian Way in the battle of who could make the most wretched pizza. In later years, Chef Boy-Ar-Dee would go on to market greater crimes against humanity, but this ad comes to us from the early years of their pizza hate crimes. Those who forget history are doomed to repeat it. Let us never forget.
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