we showed up to a pretty crowded restaurant, about 30 tables full. seemed that everyone had the same idea, but no matter, they had a great looking pizza oven and we were starving. given our experiences in southeast asia so far i'm not sure why we expected it to be like home. starving ourselves for pizza nite maybe blocked our sense of reality.
we didn't really look at the situation until after we had ordered. 30 full tables of 3-4 people each, one guy making one pizza at a time, one waitress running around with one pizza with 6 slices serving a single small slice to 6 different people, then getting the next pizza from the oven, serving 6 more. i've never seen anything quite like it. she seemed to remember who she had served last so it worked out that every 8-10 minutes pablo and i each got a tiny piece.
there was an entire restaurant of people sitting with empty plates, staring at the waitress, hoping it was their turn.
at the rate we got pizza we were digesting faster than we were eating so 'all you can eat' was impossible. we could have sat there until closing and waited everyone out but after an hour or so we just gave up.
the waitress came by once when pablo had taken sol for a walk and i stole his piece from his plate. so technically i won the contest.
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