So, since when did Zeeks Pizza turn into a daycare center? It was as if there was a three-offspring minimum to get a booth. They had us surrounded from all sides: kids in sandals running with their mouths wide open. Kids strapped in highchairs, too young to absorb solid foods. Kids old enough to eat pizza but picky enough to refuse the crusts. This. is. not. Chuck. E. Cheese.
One of them began imitating a siren, and I literally had to cover my ears.
Although... one boy kept me entertained as I swallowed down an incredibly chilled mug of Mac and Jacks: he was on the other side of the windows, dancing as a rockstar, flinging himself against the glass at other youngsters inside. I don't know if he was trying to impress the ladies or had just woken up from a 15-hour nap; but man, that kid was on fire.
Anyway, the pizza was good, as usual.
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