I think the problem was more the toppings than the crust, actually...the sauce and the cheese were revolting. Vile, vile stuff. The crust itself wasn't as thoroughly off-putting as those.
Only reason I ate that crap in the first place was because my stepmom bought it by mistake (she forgot that my dad and I had already ordered out for Super Bowl) and they wouldn't eat it, so I took it. Apparently they did not raise me with as much discretion as they thought.
Only reason I ate that crap in the first place was because my stepmom bought it by mistake (she forgot that my dad and I had already ordered out for Super Bowl) and they wouldn't eat it, so I took it. Apparently they did not raise me with as much discretion as they thought.


OK, I'll admit it's not the first thing I'd seek out on a trip back to St. Louis (that would be Ted Drewes), but I'd pay them a visit.