there was (is?) a chain of all you can eat pizza places (CiCi’s), like you pay a single price, get a plate, and then make as many trips as you want to the buffet for however much mediocre pizza and breadsticks you want.
there was also a sad little salad bar there which had buckets of chilled dressing, including ranch.
the “move” was to load up on slices and get a glob of that ranch on your plate for your breadsticks and crusts.
I’m sure you can imagine how amazing and full of self-respect one felt after deciding they had consumed all that was possible to eat and emerging from the building to go home.
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As a non-American, Pizza ranch just sounds like ranch dressing that is made to be put on pizza, that’s something that happens in the US, isn’t it?
there was (is?) a chain of all you can eat pizza places (CiCi’s), like you pay a single price, get a plate, and then make as many trips as you want to the buffet for however much mediocre pizza and breadsticks you want.
there was also a sad little salad bar there which had buckets of chilled dressing, including ranch.
the “move” was to load up on slices and get a glob of that ranch on your plate for your breadsticks and crusts.
I’m sure you can imagine how amazing and full of self-respect one felt after deciding they had consumed all that was possible to eat and emerging from the building to go home.
that feeling is the magic of America.