Worth it.

I knew these as inside out pizzas, since that’s what the shop that made them in my hometown called them. My parents moved out of the area years ago, but before they did it was my first meal every. single. time. I returned home after leaving the nest. Literally the only thing I miss about that dump of a town.

I sincerely hope he keeps moving up the political ladder.

Chris’s photo is funny, but John Fetterman is cool and good and should not be cited as proof that the team/city/state sucks.

I have four, one of which is an Ibanez with the bridge pulling off that I haven’t trashed for sentimental reasons. Another is the Danelectro U-2 ‘56 reissue that has been sitting in my closet for years while I swear I’m going to sell it eventually. My Seagull sees most of the action. The Epiphone Les Paul waits…

Nice to see Shoe’s byline back ‘round these parts, and she takes this one. John second with all solid choices. I absolutely loathe Bloody Marys so Kate draws the short straw here for me.

He’s alive and eating delicious food, I’d say you’re doing all right.

Was literally snacking on croutons while reading this, coincidentally. I’m out of desk snacks and they got the job done in a pinch.

Used to be one in Wilkinsburg but that closed a few years back.

The price is on the can, though.

Always meant to visit when I lived in PA and it just never came together.

It’s never even occurred to me to ask my butcher for a massive quantity of chicken skins but I will absolutely be doing that the next time I visit.

I love The Takeout but it makes me sad that it’s staffed by Sour Patch Kids haters. Come on, y’all.

Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich. Malkovich Malkovich. Malcovich? Malcovich Malkovich...Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich!

Dickety? Highly dubious!

The amount of kettle chip hate in this thread is unconscionable. What is wrong with you people?

I had never heard of this shit until a few months ago and now it’s everywhere.

Once when I was a banquet server, I dropped like a dozen of these on the floor of our largest ballroom. It was the greatest sound I will ever hear and I regret nothing.

I learned this one too! And I can, over a decade after the fact, fan a napkin before you’ve even noticed I started folding it.