This reminds me of the time when I was 13. We had just got out of school and bicycled home. You know why? Because I, let me clarify _I_, had this new awesome game Lemmings. When we got to my house, I would fire up my Amiga and we would just laugh at the stupid lemmings jumping to their death if I didn't do something to stop them. Making them dig, guide others, or give them umbrellas - it was great.

The problem was that later on we obviously got hungry. This happened many times. Someone had to go get some food. Pizza was the obvious choice. But who would it be? I didn't want to. So we played a game of rock paper scissors. Damn, I lost. I tried to have an another round, but they didn't let me. There was nothing I could do.

I had to get up my ass and go get pizza. I asked my friends what they wanted. Adam said he wanted a delicious Pepperoni pizza. Jim said he wanted a Hawaiian pan pizza. I tried to remember their choices and took my bike. On the way over to the restaurant I tried to think what I want. Supreme pizza, double-cheese or maybe double bacon cheeseburger pizza?

I arrived at the pizza place. The taste was beautiful. I felt like I was home. I walked in and ordered three large pizzas, mine being the double bacon cheeseburger pizza. I felt so hungry. I just wanted to grab the pizza and eat. When the pizzas came, I had to eat there. I also took a few pieces of my friends pizzas because I wanted to taste them. Man I was happy.

Back then we didn't have credit cards, so I paid with the small amount of money that was in my pocket. No problems for the vendor, no problems for me, and everything worked greatly. The lesson being - pay with cash.

But why? Apart from the usual everything-as-cheap-as-possible, the pizzas on crap places taste shit. And it's not like it's much different - $1-2 and you get a lot better ingredients, crust and service. If anyone has ever visited any of those cheap pizza places in Europe, you know what I'm talking about.

Remember that it's not so bad to leave a country to do business elsewhere. When I worked in Naples, I would not get almost any pay. Yes, I was a kid and I was supposed to work for my father, but I wanted something off from it. If it doesn't work like you want to, you go somewhere where it does.

Not that it wouldn't be good - Me myself and customers loved great good crust with beautiful cheese, bacon, tomato, ham and barbeque sauce on top of it. And with Mountain Dew. But our counsin had his pizzeria just next to ours - he stole customers from us and we had to fight to fight.

This lead me to escape to America. In the beginning of 90's I started my own pizza place in the Manhattan. It was great time - customers rolled in, were happy and just loved what I baked. But the competition came there too - there was thousands of cheapo kebab/pizza places that offered substandard pizzas to customers with lower prices.

I tried to fight - I tried to it with quality. I tried having free beers and hookers. But people just went to the cheap pizza places. How am I supposed to work with that?

Actually I'm asking slashdot. How I am supposed to fight the cheapo crappy pizza places when I offer quality pizzas? Does it matter to keep quality? What you love about pizza?

Hello Mr. Dear Anonymous Coward,

Your words disgust me. Not only because they are not true, but some people just have big bones.

All the best,
Me

But how do you feel about delicious pizza with some mountain dew?

..terpiece pizzas, because even if these gamers get more social, not all of their old habits are going to disappear. They will still need their crusty big pizzas with pepperoni, italian sausage, green peppers, red onions and mushroom toppings taken down with a big glass of coca-cola while raiding in WoW. Only that way they can ever find mas...

Everyone always thinks Italy is just about Pizza. While in fact I did grow up in Naples, and my father and his cousin owned a pizza place next to each other, that is not the case.

Tenderly close your eyes and hear a story about my friend who used to work on this project..

There was a good time. It was the beginning of the year 2004. It was a big day. World of Warcraft was going public on this very day. I told my mother to leave us alone in our basement for the night. We had walked to the local pizza joint to get ourselves lots of pizzas. I ordered a Hawaiian style pan-pizza with ham, pineapples, shrimps and salami. In a barbeque sauce. And with coca-cola and mountain dew. Everything was ready. We were ready to enter the world of WoW.

As we dipped our fingers in mayonnaise and grabbed our first slices of the delicious pizza and watched the timer slowly, but painfully run out, we knew we were the best friends. 3.. 2.. 1.. It was time to login. I made a human mage. He made an undead warrior. Stupid decisions - we would be enemies. But we continued playing, and leveled our first dings.

After both eating 4 pizzas and a huge amount of sugar flavoured drinks, we were going mad. It was time to see each others and settle all of our real life battles in the game. We met in wetlands. We would fight to death. The loser would be the everlasting loser. It was a time to win or die!

But as my friend was running towards wetlands, he got hungry. He ran out miserably looking for more delicious pizza. Now I heard about this story and saw his name there, and I'm surprised. I should probably get off his mom's basement now and go home.

If you go to a pizza joint and order a buffalo chicken style pizza with tender chicken breast, hot sauce, and onions with provolone and American cheeses on a cheddar crust, and eat it with a big glass of mountain dew, you can't just go back and say "Now that I think of it, I would rather have had Hawaiian style pan-pizza with sliced ham, bacon, pineapple and roasted red peppers with provolone cheese on a parmesan crust". You've made your deal already. If you want an another pizza, you have to buy it again.

Last night I was spending some time at my friends place. We have a long history raiding together in WoW - he always takes care of me, kills enemies that try to approach me from behind and heals me when I'm on the verge of dieing. He is a person that one might call a "good friend". If he would be a girl, I would marry her. But no patches and no new content in WoW has hit it somewhat. We've already done everything, we've already seen everything and we've already experienced everything together. While waiting for the new expansion, it was time to go test a new Game.

As we left all the possible MMO's to download, we figured it was time to go get a pizza. Truth to be told, we were quite hungry at that point. While walking towards the pizza place, I was just thinking about all the delicious ingredients I could choose from. Should I take a crusty hawaiian style pizza with ham and pineapples, dipped in barbeque sauce and extra cheese and mayonnaise on top. Or would it be better to eat a large pizza with tenderly sliced onions, steak, pepper and mushroom with American cheese on top. Or go wild and order both of them.. I just had to make sure there would be enough room left for pancakes with strawberry jam afterwards as a dessert.

We made our orders and sat on the table to wait. I couldn't wait - two best large pizzas, some coca-cola and pancakes as a dessert. Then all the new MMO's to test. It was a happy day. I was happy.

As the cook brought us our pizzas, he told us there were minor changes on the ingredients as they were out on some. No biggie, I said and paid my pizzas and pancake. We walked back home and started this game called "Eve Online" to test it out, as it looked interesting. At this point, I was almost dieing in hunger. I opened my pizza box and to my surprise.. he had changed the barbeque sauce to mexican sauce! This is madness, I was yelling. But in the end, it was a great pizza, and I still had the another one too. All the crustiness, mayonnaise, cheese and fresh taste made up for it. And so did the pancakes with strawberry jam dessert.

Adding made-up controversy to a technical tv program would be like baking a pizza in a french fries deep-frier. Result might taste great, but the pizza just doesn't fit in it.

This is why I like Man v. Food. No matter if you like sandwiches, hot dogs or hamburgers, I know there will never be anything as good food as hawaiian style pan pizza with barbeque sauce. But the show is entertaining, so I enjoy watching it, while knowing its not always technically correct.

In Naples we used to have these pizza baking competitions between my father and his cousins place next to us. They would give slices of pizzas to everyone walking past and ask which one is better. This usually ended up with them yelling at each other in their white cooking dresses, but more people gathered around to watch what was going on and because it was entertaining, they ended up ordering pizzas too. Win win for all, except for me who had to serve them as a little boy while I would wanted to be playing soccer with my friends.

Hello!

I'm coming from year 4931 and using my time machine, I have traveled here to tell you that this url actually worked. We rolled out ipv6 four years ago.

Now where do I get those delicious Hawaiian pan pizzas... With ham, pineapples, bacon and salami.. With some BBQ sauce, mm..

Eat your delicious pizzas now, because when China soon takes over the world they will make pizza illegal.

See you in future!

Ah, memories from childhood. One day my friend told me he had found a kickass game from a BBS and asked if I wanted to go play it with him after school. He described it to me and I was already sold, but but... My mother Giovanna had told me to help my father at our family pizza place after school. Damn it!

School day became to end and I tried to consider my options, but there were none. I had to go help my papa make pizza. Frustraded, almost crying, I walked the streets of Naples back home. Every now and then I watched inside a window on the street and noticed someone playing on computer. I was thinking if that could be it, but I'd never know.

I decided to think for a moment. Like a good oven takes its time and peace to bake and finish a delicious pizza, my padre would wait for me. It was time to go see what the game was about.

And I was amazed. Great looking graphics, funny sounding man that I did not understand and girls with something on their chest that looked like doughnuts with a salami on top of it. It was truly marvelous.

While later serving customers at my fathers pizza place, I couldn't but think that I have to get a computer and this Duke Nukem 3D game. I mean, I loved baking pizza. But there is a time when a boy must choose between leisure and girls. But my father never got me a computer.

Like an overbaked pizza, my dreams were crushed when Duke Nukem Forever never came.

While I think it's kind of scary, I'd say its a good progress. Lets imagine you're a troll hunter in World of Warcraft. Everyone knows your class sucks. But you still keep going and going and try to show people that you are the man. You finally find friends that take you in, but there's a major problem. Your pizza is coming in 20 minutes. You try to give reasons for delaying the raid, but you fail. People are angry at you. You fail. You should had been shitting fireballs and defending your friends, but instead you choose pizza. Which is, btw, a good choice. Who cannot love a ham, pepperoni, pineapple and bbq sauce pizza? The point here being, open source games are great.

It makes sense really.

If you want better service and better quality, you pay a little more. Those who dont, get the main product a little bit cheaper, but not with the extra services it comes with. You pay more to be a premium customer.

This is best illustrated with a good example; Everyone of us go for a pizza sometimes. Many of us go to where the pizza is cheap, even if you know it's not really the best you can get. But it's good enough. However some of us want to go for the extra mile and spend a few dollars more to get really quality service. In those cases you won't be hearing "we're out of ham" or "sorry, we don't serve barbeque sauce with our pizzas". Pay a little bit extra and you get the best service and best ingredients without hearing they don't have them. And the customer support is a lot better - there's no any angry fat italian cook looking and yelling at you and throwing you out of the pizza place if you don't celebrate his pizza's taste. Instead, there's naked ladies serving you the pizzas, lovely and peaceful italian music and live performance. And everyone smiles and as a result you will be happier than ever, and have enjoyed the best pizza in the world, filled with bacon, ham, pineapple and barbeque sauce.

You get what you pay for.