Some eating establishments bring pomp and drama to the table, others are informal and fun. Nothing quite gives the feeling of actually sitting in your living room like a buffet. Something about getting up all the time for more food is reminiscent of a family gathering. The difference is that at a buffet your mom isn't going to yell at you for goofing off.
I feel so terrible right now. I've felt like this many times before. Every time I go to the Pizza Hut buffet on State Street I end up feeling like I'm gonna die. I worry about my colonic health. I worry about how I am going to walk home. I worry about being incapacitated for roughly the next four hours. None of these worries have been enough to keep me from going back. This time though, I'll be damned if I ever go back to that bedratted nest of grease again.
Some changes have been going on there, changes that they would play off as if they were for the better. They're trying to blow smoke up the wrong hole, as there is no more room for smoke, or anything else, in my pie-filled body cavity. The addition of ComedySportz is as unwelcome as a medium-crust spinach-and-tomato pizza at the buffet. The difference is that no one is going to pay for ComedySportz and someone is going to at least take the spinach slice just to get some better pizza in the lineup.
There is something in the eating of massive amounts of Pizza Hut pizza that makes a person giddy and liable to forget how terrible they feel afterwards. This giddiness is perfect for watching a large screen TV. The effects of pizza make \Family Matters"" even more funny than usual. Unfortunately, ComedySportz uses the TV area to rehearse whenever they want and they want to rehearse during early dinner time, a.k.a. ""Family Matters"" time.
All right, so you can't always watch TV all the time. What else is wrong with ComedySportz being there? They took away the $3.99 buffet coupons that used to be in The Onion.
So now it's more expensive and there are some problems with the food. Stop putting out Hawaiian pizzas and those damn medium crust pizzas; just bring the thin crust pepperoni. Dessert pizza is a terrible concoction of pie filling on thin crust; just the ticket to push you over the vomit ledge.
The breadsticks are consistently crusty and don't even try the cheese pasta'it has the consistency of pudding. The mostaccioli won't do you any good either. The salad bar is fine. ""I came here to eat Caesar, not to praise him,"" is a fine sentiment uttered by a compatriot. Indeed, the Caesar is a good complement to keep the grease down.
As many good times as I've had in the back of Pizza Hut, writing thin crust pepperoni into the winning slot on the NCAA tournament board, I cannot return. The loss of the coupon and the TV has taken all the value that so compelled me over and over again. This is almost a sad farewell, until I think of my colon.
