Absolutely The Greatest Pizza In The World

While back in God's country brother Mark, Holly and I made a trip, nay, a pilgrimage to Mount Pleasant Iowa to soak up the academia of Iowa Wesleyan College, and to have a pizza at Jerry's. Best pizza in the world. I mean it, bring anything else on, and bring it from New York, Chicago or Italy, there simply isn't a better one than Jerry's. Mind you it has to be a sausage. I'm surprised at graduation our mortorboards weren't round and emblazoned with Jerry's logo. Just as important as the mandatory RSI program, or Phi Delta Theta's community service project, a night at the West Side, or listening to Merle Unkrich's boring pep talks about his good old days, Jerry's was a weekly investment in surviving another week.

Practically swimming in my anticipatory juices, I am allowing a quick picture before diving in mouth first.

And, there it is. The splendor, the smell, the single sausage dollop on each small square...very thin, very light, very pleasing to the eye...and tummy.

But, sadly, all things end. But I shall return, I will order, and I will eat.

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