Our pizza is powerful. It satisfies hunger. It nourishes the body. It brings peace to the soul. It gathers us around a shared table. It builds a vibrant local economy. It supports our farmers. It heals our broken food system. It creates jobs. It builds community. It seeds love.
That’s going too far. “It seeds love?” Come on. Really?! Pizza seeds love. That’s just silly.
Yes, love. Pizza’zza seeds love. As in the love bird kind. Pizza’zza grows love birds. Just hear me out please.
I suspect you know already that lifelong friendships, international treaties, and carpool schedules are crafted over a fresh, hot-from-the-oven pizza. But, did you know that a shared pizza can transform into a shared life? Blame it on the oven flame or the aphrodisiac properties of basil, but pizza begets love. You don’t get any more romantic than Dean Martin: “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s amore!” Indeed, that’s amore!
Don’t believe me? I have living, walking, breathing, (embracing) proof that this is so. Dave and Cara worked together at Pizza’zza in 2009-2010, and they just got married! See. Married. Our pizza was obviously the driving force behind their union and deserves the credit for a life lived in blissful harmony. They are Pizza’zza love embodied.
Let’s take a quick look at their story. Now Seattlelites, I recently caught up with Dave via that other uniting force: Facebook. Here’s what I learned. Take note, pizza lovers. This too, could be you.
Erica: How did you and Cara meet?
Dave: It was at a now defunct bar, “Hot Shots.” I was doing live-band karaoke, and hating every minute of it. Being a sucker for brunettes, I saw my guitarist talking to Cara. I asked him, “who’s THAT!?” I learned that she plays bass too, and is very well-spoken and fun to talk to. Here’s the rub: little did I know that she’d had her eye on me for a month. Talk about serendipity, huh? It wasn’t a “setup” at all; I found her on my own.
Erica: Do you have an engagement story?
Dave: Indeed. I’d procured a ring in late October, and was understandably getting worked up about it (in a good way). Then, I hear that Cara’s sister’s boyfriend proposed. “God#*@$!%” was pretty much my sentiment. I move on, and stick to the plan. Well, here’s the funny part: after having a few too many white wines, I tell a stranger/“new friend” at the bar about my engagement plans, but I forget that Cara’s within earshot. Uh oh. So I throw her off the scent. We went to the Nutcracker ballet, which seemed like an obvious time. But I held off. Then, on December 21, after a surprise birthday party for a friend, I got inspired. When we got home, I went to grab the ring and snuck up on her by sliding behind her all “Footloose” style on one knee. The rest is history.
Erica: You and Cara were recently married. What can you tell me about the wedding?
Dave: Oh, it was grand in all senses of the word. The lead-up was insane, but it was a good kind of stress. On the one hand, it was a traditional marriage, but not in a “Royal Wedding” sense. But suffice it to say that it was more formal than “holding hands/barefoot on the beach/only four people there” sort of thing. The morning of, my best man Dwayne (who worked at Pizza’zza for five minutes ’08) was great, except he forgot my overnight bag. So, I’m stuck with a swollen eyeball, white tux shoes, blue socks, camouflage cargo shorts, and my dress shirt the next day.
Erica: I heard you visited New Orleans for your honeymoon. Can you tell me about it?
Dave: We love that town. A Jazz music, NYE vibe at 10am on a Tuesday morning. Can’t beat it. For starters, I lived there for a while. I was only a toddler, but my first two birthdays were there, and my tonsils were removed there… benchmark after benchmark, etc. Well, back in ’08, Cara mentioned that she got a distant relative’s wedding invite… in NOLA. Normally, we’d have just declined, but with that “W” stimulus check ($600), we decided that we’d make a go of it. We had a blast (thanks, Will, for letting me take time off), and honestly it’s kind of where we fell in love.
Erica: What do the two of you like to do?
Dave: For Cara and me both, it’d be bowling (although we’ll never have a 300 game like Will. LOL.) I myself am tempted to say music, but my ego won’t let me. I see it as a career (cough—Nectar Lounge on November 1, the Ill-Legitimates—cough). We honestly just like sitting outside on our porch and tending our chickens. No quilting or model train-building to speak of.
Erica: Have you found anywhere in Seattle that is as good as Pizza’zza (said with the upmost humility)?
Dave: While there are good pizza joints in the area, nothing is of the Pizza’zza ilk. At least not in the “ohmygoditssogood” artisanal sense. Whenever we muse about visiting Bellingham, all we talk about is the BBQ Chicken and “veggie A” slices. And those meatball grinders. EVIL (in a good way)!
So, there you have it, folks. Pizza=a lifetime of bliss. Open your life to pizza, and you open your life to love. Try it. Like Dave and Cara, you won’t be sorry.
Next up: Pizza’zza’s new wedding chapel. No, wait. I’ve got it. How about a pizza delivery and online dating service combo that matches prospective love birds by favorite topping? Okay, okay. I hear you. It’s probably best to stick with what we know.
If you’re lucky love birds like Dave and Cara, we should talk though. We’re just about ready to go live with onsite catering via our mobile pizzeria. Check it out here. That’s amore!
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