We headed to the Kirkwood location that day, probably mid-afternoon, and got stellar parking, which is no small feat in Kirkwood on a Saturday. We were seated quickly, in one of the booths along the long wall. Ordered my Diet Crack, er, Coke, and started out with salads, I had the Candied Grape and Walnut, extra dressing, no cheese, and the husband had Peppercorn Ranch. He wasn't sure about his at first but it's grown on him, since he gets it nearly every time we go. Which is pretty often. For someone on WW, I am kind of ashamed to admit that. Oh who am I kidding, I am so not ashamed.
Aside from the salad, which is so damn good I cannot even put it into words, we usually get the same pizza we tried the very first time we went: X-Pepperoni. There is something "different" about both their crust and their pepperoni: they both actually have flavor. That's pretty rare for a chain pizza company. I have never had pepperoni like this before. It's actually noticeable and flavorful on the pizza and on it's own. And the crust is like a slice of butta. It's not too thin, and definitely not thick, the edges are probably the husband's favorite part, but I am not a crust person. So I eat all the way up to where the sauce, cheese and pepperoni stop, and then I throw that in the discard pile for the husband to snatch up. Ever heard the term NOM? Yea, this is why that word was invented.
And because no meal, even breakfast, is complete without at least 400 more calories of sugary delight, I get dessert. Because the (easily) 1200 I just ingested was not enough, I get the Chocolate Creme Torte, which I believe they bring in from Cravings in Webster Groves. I inhale it. I guess luckily for me, I never have to share, though if I was born with even a tiny ounce of self-control or willpower I would at least wrap half of it up. But I don't. I just hoover it.
I literally was awake another hour in bed dreaming about it last night, which is something I actually frequently do (do skinny people do that or just fat girls?), so I had to post this at 830 in the morning. As if I could actually obtain it before dinnertime. I weigh in tomorrow, so unless I go tomorrow night on my own (which is a STRONG possibility) I will just have to wait on it. Boo.