200 Words on Doctor Who

Here's what I like. Pizza.

Once a week we have pizza for dinner. We get our pizza, and we sit around figuring out what to watch on Netflix.

Here's what's great about pizza. You can get any kind of pizza you want. Everything from just plain cheese on a wafer-thin crust, on up to what might be characterized as a cheesy meat stew in a crust so constructed as to practically be a bowel. Or ethnicize your pizza, like Hawaiian or Mexican. Or you can just go wild on your own, no red sauce, bleu cheese, apple slices.

You know? Anything can be a pizza, just put it on a crust of some sort. I'm surprised we don't call apple pie with a slice of cheese on it a pizza.

And yet, every week our pizza is a pizza. Sometimes it's a fantastic pizza. Sometimes it's not. Sometimes it's a strange pizza, and sometimes if Raffaele Esposito saw it, he'd be all, "hey! Get out of my recipe book!"

And I always like pizza, and I always will. But no matter how much I like pizza, sometimes when pizza night rolls around, what I really want is a patty melt.