So, your inference is correct: this pizza was had on Thursday, not Friday. You may cry out, "Sacrilege!" But before you do, understand that there is no rule about having pizza ONLY on Fridays; the rule is only that it MUST be had on Fridays. Following this rule, we can eat pizza every day if we wish. Truthfully, we have gone quite a few days in a row-- but rarely have we missed a Friday.
The day after we tasted this little bit of heaven at Cafe Rialto, we feared that one of these rare occasions may have been upon us. Our good friends Jen and Dave were getting married and their rehearsal dinner was on Friday night. We resigned ourselves to having an enjoyable night celebrating our friends sans pizza--and that we did. The rehearsing, the slideshow, the toasts, the company, and the Italian food (... not pizza) were all very enjoyable. Of course something felt missing, and we knew that something was our dear friend Friday Night Zza. After the party was the afterparty at the hotel bar. And the wonderful celebration day was complete when Jen's Uncle Tim pulled through with delivery at quarter to 12. What goes better with cheap beer?
Fears put to rest: Tradition Accomplished.
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