Your Personal Quarter Life Pizza Evolution
By Jayce Scott · July 17, 2009
Pizza or ‘zaa’ is the mainstay, cliché food item for all kiddos of all ages. Somehow Americans are introduced to this beautiful food transport device early in their lives and it comes to have an almost mystical property. It says: Sleep over. Birthday party. Late study cram session. Office luncheon. Friday night.
You ate it then. You scarfed it down by the pie in college. And you eat it now with all the enthusiasm of the slumber party.
But, have your tastes for the greatest single culinary invention move forward, the palate more expensive? Does your wallet still lead you to your toppings choice? Are you a pizza snob or will eat anything round with sauce and cheese on it? And during these years from kid to tween to teen back to kid in college and now here and now…how have you grown? Has your pizza kept up with the life and times of Quarter Life you?
You might want to think you are the end all of end all pizza experts, a true gastronome of our flat friend. And thus I might think you are full of crap with your correct pronouncing of Italian cheeses with Tuscan accent during the middle of your lecture with ya uber pizza giants NYC, Memphis, L.A., Chicago laden American voices.
You might still be ordering flat, stale cardboard from your local mega pizza delivery franchise.
What you do in life defines ya. We are what we eat. Put the two together, and what kind of pizza you eat really says where you are in your Quarter Life evolution. I am not saying there is a right or wrong here…or I have all the flatbread philosophies. But, you think about it.
The world’s most laddy dawdy pizza is available at New York’s Nino’s Bellissima restaurant. Topped with six varieties of caviar, lobster and crème fraîche, retails at
$1,000.00 or $125.00 a slice. Then you got the grocer store frozen brand for .99 cents. Either or. Everything else like life is some where in between. Bon appetite.

I used to ask people what kind of cookie they were. I think its a perfect metaphor for who you are. Now I can ask people what kind of topping they would be. Mmm…bacon pizza.