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After a serious workout sesh at Curves (beer dumbells), a manicure at Beauty Times (Yes, it's actually called that. Makes me want to open Sick Times and Swim Times and Food-Eating Times.) and a three-hour browse at the LDS Books and Antique Bibles store in Preston Forest Square shopping center, I had worked up a serious case of the funger.
When I saw Dough Pizzeria open for lunch, I decided to check it out. Someone told me that Dough offers lunch specials for less than 10 bucks that include a pizza and a salad. Shitchyeah, I'll eat Dough's fancy pizza without the usual side of wallet rape.
From 11 a.m. until 3 p.m. every Tuesday through Friday, Dough (which usually sells their delicious pizzas for approximately one million dollars) runs lunch specials starting at $7.99.
Just as I started to look at the menu, the water dance happened. My server asked something like, "Complimentary water or this delicious, not shitty, pay-for-it water that you can buy just to impress your friends?" I hate the water dance more than I hate a popped collar. If I wanted fancy, European water in my mouth, I'd go to Europe and chug a lake.
Dough obviously isn't the only restaurant that does this water dance, and I beg all of you to just fucking stop it. The fancy water people know who they are, and they will fancily ask you in their fancy voices for some fancy water if they want it. Just give the rest of us regular water people our free water and move right on to "So, have you guys been here before?!"
Dough rotates which pizzas they offer in their lunch specials, but generally there are two pizza options. I chose the Sicilian, which was topped with artichoke hearts, black olives, basil, prosciutto, Parmesan cheese and mozzarella. I appreciated that the pizza special options had multiple toppings -- I had expected "triple cheese!" and "old olive oil and trash left overs pizza!" and instead, I got a delicious, veggie-and-meat-loaded deal.
The salad was just greens, carrots, onions and some balsamic, olive oil and pepper. But it was good. And the pizza was great. All in all, it was a fantastic lunch. Except for that fuckin' water dance.
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