Bands with Pans: Leda
Despite the pouring steam, we’re all starved and it smells so good. It’s a creamy, rib-sticking affair, with the tomato serving as bursts of tart. The stuff has a filling and comforting quality to it but also—
Amy: This thing could give you a really bad case of Pizza Mouth because the cous cous sort of absorbs—
Heidi: Pizza Mouth? I didn’t know Pizza Mouth was a thing.
Amy: That’s where you burn the top of your [mouth]. Pizza Palette! It’s Pizza Palette.
That sounds like Pizza Palace.
Heidi: Why isn’t there a place called Pizza Palace in Brooklyn?
Song: Because it would look like Cici’s Pizza.