Happy Birthday!

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This old gal…

Has been on a quest…a search…a hunt…a gotta-find pizza, just like, almost like, even just a little bit like…that pizza she left behind four years ago…

Ate it once a week for forty years…sometimes twice…sometimes more than that when working at the place…the pizza place that brother of mine owns…

Pizza Haus pizza…watched as he’s honed the craft…the pizza making craft…fresh cheese…homemade crust…breads and sandwiches and homemade chocolate chip cookies…

But nothing compares…nothing…not a thing…not one pizza pie thing…looked high and low…far and wide…different cities…different states…

But that Pizza Haus pizza cannot be matched—just like that brother of mine. It’s unique, special, one-of-a-kind, just like that brother of mine. It’s iconic, irreplaceable, unforgettable—just like that brother of mine…

And so today we celebrate that pizza and that brother of mine and wish him a birthday almost as wonderful as that food he makes…

Happy Birthday, dear Pizza Man…you are loved…you are appreciated…you are missed—just as much as that Canadian bacon and kraut with the perfectly browned crust.

Maybe even more…
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And those daughters of mine…agree…