Conversations over a pizza order
When the idea of going to the Club came up, I was a bit lukewarm, until I remembered their fantastic pizza, which is exactly what I was in the mood for.
Me: I'll have the vegetarian pizza.
Waitress: We don't have pizza today.
Me: Why not?
Waitress: It's Sunday, we don't have pizza on Sundays.
Me: Why? What happens on Sundays?
Waitress: The pizza chef has to have a day of rest too.
Me: But, can't anyone else make a pizza????
Waitress: No.
I settled for a pretty greasy Su Boreg which was too small and a very good Armenian Salad, but it just wasn't the same, nor was it all that satisfying.
Me: I'll have the vegetarian pizza.
Waitress: We don't have pizza today.
Me: Why not?
Waitress: It's Sunday, we don't have pizza on Sundays.
Me: Why? What happens on Sundays?
Waitress: The pizza chef has to have a day of rest too.
Me: But, can't anyone else make a pizza????
Waitress: No.
I settled for a pretty greasy Su Boreg which was too small and a very good Armenian Salad, but it just wasn't the same, nor was it all that satisfying.
Labels: armenia, armenian, conversations, pizza


