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Pizzaland on O’Connell st - was that not there from the late 70s?For years in the 80s pizzas to me meant those boxes of frozen mini pizzas that were always in my friend john’s house but never in ours. I think places like the bad ass cafe did pizzas and then pizzaland opened and THE REST IS HISTORY. Probably.
I dunnoPizzaland on O’Connell st - was that not there from the late 70s?
We need a "shit food from the past" thread
these were a particular favorite as a child.
I had them again in my early 20s and thought they tasted and smelt like cat food.
SIMPLER TIMES
yes..that smell.. i just experienced it again at the very thought of it
Incorrect. Anchovies are godly, either straight out of the tin, as part of a sauce, or on a pizza (where they are the superior pizza topping).I've heard it's the mix of the oily, hairy texture combined with the fishiest fishy taste a human tongue can process
reminds me of a photoshop I saw of Darkthrone's - Transylvanian Hunger album cover where he is holding a pizza in one hand and eating a slice with the other.
Those pancakes were the cause of many a grill fire in my student days.
Meatballs were not allowed in my house. Though I remember the ad and it's amazing.
Just to get things slightly back on the topic of the US, I was once forced to watch this ad by an American client who basically didn't like me or the other Irish guy very much. My only response was "That's American shit. No wonder your kids are imagining magical wierdo's, when you feed them processed sugar for breakfast. marshmallow within marshmallow?"
I think I did eat lucky charms at some point as a child. I knew it was wrong even then. 'Merica
that's right, I'd forgotten about that. A fair number of people in the US seemed to have defined Ireland, and the Irish, from this advert. Back when I first arrived over there'd be people launching into enthusiastic renditions, and I was drawing a blank because I'd no idea what they were on about. You'd recognise the weird accent imitation, know that it was related to Ireland, but then it was up to you to sit it out.
Groundskeeper Willy was another favourite. You'd tough that one out, mention he was Scottish, and brace yourself for more Lucky Charms. One of those jokes that didn't get funnier after enduring it for the 204th time.
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