Bizarre Pizza

Ari and I finally had a chance to head over to the new pizza joint a few blocks south of our place on Classon, PeteZaaz. (Weird name, I know -- apparently one of the owners is called Pete.) I was intrigued by their "General Tso's Tofu" pizza, which actually has General Tso's tofu on it. I LOVE General Tso's tofu. No really. Ari can tell you that I get it approximately once a week at some Chinese takeout place or another.

Anyway, we ordered it:

And it was kind of ridiculous. Grated carrots, broccoli, cottage cheese, basil...and spicy tofu on top. We each had about two slices and then decided it was too much, and took it home. I'm pretty sure we'll finish it eventually, but it was a little too weird. I'm disappointed, because the restaurant itself is cute, with vintage pinball games on the wall, and antique light bulbs hanging from the ceiling. Ah well. Pizza, you were worth a try.

Last night I got to experience one of the rare joys of living in LA: hanging out at Union Station for an hour on a Saturday night!

This experience was not planned,  which is probably the only way it could have happened.  I was meeting Cammy so that we could go to a vegan pizza place nearby, called Purgatory Pizza.  Little did Cammy and I know how infrequently the Metro runs.  Thus I was stuck there for a while waiting for her to show up.

But I'm glad it happened!  I sat in the famous waiting area, feeling as if I were waiting for a train or a flight somewhere in Europe.  (For some reason, it seems I never have to wait as long for transportation in the States.)  

Then a homeless man sat across from me and started up a conversation about traveling in Europe.  Go figure!  Lately, it seems like traveling (and being vegetarian) are the only two things I ever talk about with people I've just met.  It could be worse.  But anyway, it was a pretty interesting conversation; the guy, "Todd," told me all about his adventures getting foot surgery in Paris and stopping at the Becks Brewery in Bremen.  From what I could tell, his stories were too accurate not to be at least partly true.  

Then I got up to use the bathroom and got hit on by a small Black man named "Lil Larry," who gave me his business card and told me to call him when I'm single.

After that, happily, Cammy showed up.  And we got delicious pizza, in which I ordered a medium, real cheese pizza ALL FOR MYSELF and ate it ALL BY MYSELF.  In one sitting.  

A good Saturday night.