For the past five hours, I have been sitting in a food court in the airport in Des Moines. Wait, I’m sorry, that’s a lie: I actually spent the first hour sitting in a plane on the tarmac, and the subsequent two hours on line trying to re-book my flight after we were asked to disembark (fire trucks were seemingly involved; yeah, again) before heading towards Pizzeria Uno’s, where I’ve been ever since. So really, we’re only talking 120 or so minutes of pure gastronomical pleasure.
Moods just don’t get much better than this!
