What's the Deal, Eh?

During our casino trip last Wednesday, I was excited to try a new item I saw on their Facebook page. It's a PIZZADILLA! Looked like a pizza to me, but I'm always willing to eat pizza. I looked at the options:

 

BBQ Chicken

Pepperoni Explosion

Three Cheese

Supreme

Meaty Deluxe

The Veggie

Philly Cheesesteak

 

They are all 12-inch pizzadillas. I didn't know if everybody would want to try them. I knew The Pony would prefer the Three Cheese, but that seemed too tame for me. Of course Hick would have wanted that Meaty Deluxe. I leaned toward the BBQ Chicken, or the Supreme.

 

Turns out Hick was not interested. And The Pony declared that he was not really hungry, after his McDonald's sausage biscuit combo breakfast. He said he'd just have a soda, and maybe try a slice. So... we ordered the BBQ Chicken Pizzadilla, which The Pony said he would try. Hick got a regular menu item. And pie.

 

 There's "my" BBQ Chicken Pizzadilla! Oh my gosh! It was SO delicious! And filling! The toppings were: smoked chicken, mozzarella, cheddar, parmesan, red onion, green pepper, and BBQ sauce. The edges were nice and crispy, but the middle of the crust was a bit saggy from all the cheeses. Though not any less tasty!

"Pony, I don't get it. This looks pretty much like a normal pizza to me. I thought it might be folded over. Like a quesadilla."

"Look. I figured it out. The crust? It's in two layers. With the sauce in between. So it does have a double layer, even though all the stuff is on top."

The Pony ate one slice. I scarfed down three! That left four slices. Hick didn't even want to try one, because he was stuffed from his Pulled Pork Sandwich, and curly fries. And PIE. I missed the picture of Hick's pie, because I left the table before he sat down, for a bathroom visit, and when I returned, only the empty container remained!

"Pony! I don't have a picture of Dad's pie!"

"He was so fast! Anyway, it was the Oreo Cheesecake Pie. Just use an old picture of it. They'll never know the difference."

Nope! I'm not running afoul of the Truth in Blogging Law! I'm not risking a night in the Crossbars Hilton for falsifying Hick's dessert. But here's his sandwich:

Look at all that BBQ sauce they put on Hick's sandwich! Every time I get it, the sandwich is served DRY, and I have to ask for sauce after the server brings my Sahara-dry pork to the table! They didn't add that ketchup to Hick's curly fries, though. He's not THAT special. He had to rip open the packets himself.

Anyhoo... I gave Hick the two small peppers off the side of my Pizzadilla. I bit into the big one, because I like those kind of peppers. I laid it back down on the pan, because all we had to eat on was a cardboard dish like Hick's sandwich was served in. The minute I laid down my big pepper, it started expelling liquid like a full-pressure fire hose! I thought that juice would never stop flowing! I had to pick it up and sop up the pickled liquid with some napkins, before it reached the pizza across that open expanse from where I'd extracted a piece!

Hick asked for a take-home container, and brought back the rest of the Pizzadilla. He ate two slices that night, and two slices on Saturday night, before the auction. I'd definitely get that again. Or allow Hick to try the Meaty Deluxe, but only because he won't eat a Supreme. He has a dislike of green peppers, even though that didn't stop him from eating half of my BBQ Chicken Pizzadilla.

And now, for the saga of The-Doesn't-Really-Care-About-Helping-People Pony...

I had set my soda and purse down at our table, and was on my way to the restroom in the back, past the bar. I said over my shoulder to The Pony, "Keep an eye on my purse. I'll be right back."

There was a man and woman seated at a table on the way to the restroom. They were actually at a table next to us, but it was about 10-12 feet away. So we were not creepy close-sitters. As I passed by, the woman reached out to me.

 

"Could you take our picture?" she implored, holding out her cell phone.

 

"Oh. I don't know. I don't think so. I'm not very good with phones. Um. Hey! Pony! Can you come take their picture?"

 

Of course he could. Since I had drawn him into the do-gooding, The Pony could hardly refuse. What excuse could he possibly have? That he needed to sit at an empty table and stare at my purse? He didn't have the excuse of being aged, and not able to understand cell phone technology. So he came over and took the lady's phone, and two pictures. I think it was a mother (late 50s) and her 25-30 year old son. He, unlike Hick, was born with a funny bone.

 

"Don't choke!" said the son.

 

"I'm not choking," said the mom.

 

"I meant, for the picture, don't choke. Relax. Smile."

 

"Oh. Well, you know I don't like having my picture taken."

 

"That reminds me... last time we were here, a lady DID choke! They had to call someone over. She was wheezing, so she was getting air. But it was kind of scary. And NOW we have someone at the next table warning against choking!"

 

"I'm glad ours was just a joke!"

 

Yeah. Some people might have freaked out about handling another person's phone these days, with them unmasked while eating at their table. Not Thevictorians! Especially not The Pony. He's healthy as a horse.