So, a "manly man" should not be afraid of stuffing an abundance of meat in his mouth?

A manly man also knows that if the cute little waitress who brings the pizza doesn't like getting her ass pinched when she comes to the table she's probably a lesbian and shouldn't be so uptight anyway.

I never listened to him speak, don't really know who he is and generally all around don't give a sh*t.

/voting for the person who will repeal social security and medicare since those come out of my paycheck

I have some leftover green curry in my fridge, but I'm tempted to shlep down to Ben's (can't be arsed to go out to Grimaldi's or any of the more famous downtown) for a pie with olives and mushrooms out of spite.

Fellini Pizzeria opened its doors in 1989. Located in the historic East Side of Providence, Fellini's stands out amount all the rest. What makes Fellini's food fabulous? Call it flair; call it stubborn commitment to outrageous flavor.

James!: Way to insult our Japanese allies.

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that looks like 100,000,000,000 calories.

my favorite pizza is at this place called baldino's. it's not deep dish, but it's not thin crust either, it's a little doughier than thin.. anyway, it's called Sammy's Favorite and it's a white pizza with chopped spinach, broccoli and tomato, grilled chicken and fresh mushrooms. real ones, not the slimy ones cheap places put on their pizzas. anyway, it's what i get every time i go there, i can't sway. a little crushed red pepper on top and i'm set.

spinach and broccoli is my fave pizza combination...even at Uno i always get their spinoccoli... i add sausage to it though. so. good.

sweetmelissa31: Nabb1: In Italy, you'll be hard pressed to find any pizza with more than three toppings. They don't like Franken-pizzas like people in the states have become fond of. Most of the pizza shops I ate at over there offered slices with one topping, sometimes two, but almost never three or more toppings.

Really? I frequently had pizza with tons of vegetables and little to no cheese in Italy. This was in Rome and Florence, so I can't speak for the rest of the country.

Are you sure that's pizza and not foccacia?

...fark, now I want foccacia.

a manly man eats the raw ingredients and lets it cook in his fiery man-belly

This. like the rest of Cain's ideas, is the kind of thing you overhear in the company lunchroom from the blowhard who loves the sound of his own voice but doesn't know any jokes.