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Truth: If ever I leave this crazy place called Canadia, I will be sad for the loss of (at least) one important thing: Pizza: the food of deliciousness: inspired swirls of colorful tastiness ensembleated.

The choice venue here is "Pizza Pizza", which is the motto for Little Caesars, which they also have here, sure, sure. Pizza Pizza employs the usages of particularly fresh ingredients, and they bake their dough so it's not oily and unhealthy feeling. Their prices are quite reasonable - a large three topping, some soda, dipping sauce, all under $15 (cad), but what sets them above the rest is their customer service.

They are fairly popular here, with stores all across ontario at the least, so it's nice that they have good customer service. For example, tonight, we ordered and we paid, but after the driver had left we realized we got the wrong pizza. It had onions and mushrooms and green peppers and pepperoni, which isn't terrible, unless you were expecting one with olives and crumbled bacon instead (which I will also miss). After a quick call, we have our original order re-coming, we get to keep this one, and the entire ordeal is free. Apparently the way it works is that if anything is wrong at all, they'll replace it and make it free. It's nice how they've turned a negative into a positive - now people can get super excited about wrong orders!

Maryl asked me what it's like in CA, and really I don't know because I've never had a wrong order. In all my days of pizzaing, from home to college to beyond, I simply can't think of an order that got mixed up. Perhaps one was a little late, perhaps it didn't come very hot, but none were an out-right wrong order. Perhaps this is nothing new, perhaps everyone everywhere likes to give two free pizzas for every wrong order, no matter how minute, but at the moment it makes me feel a whole lot better about paying $50 for 60 chicken wings last night.