Let me preface this by saying, this review is a few weeks old. When I heard a place that served something called “pizza tacos” was coming to town, I was enthralled. No, I was ecstatic! I needed to know what a pizza taco was, and whether they were served into the wee hours of the morning. Well, fellow over-eaters who are barreling into this new year, I’m here to tell you a pizza taco is pizza dough with pizza toppings and lettuce, folded in half like a taco. I feel like this would be the perfect food to eat walking home from a bar. I wish Wichita were compact enough to walk from a bar to Charlie’s Pizza Taco and then home. Alas, I’m not in that good of shape, and a 15 mile hike in heels? Yowsa. I would know. I walked a measly 2 or 3 miles from old town to Maple and Meridian once. I’m not too proud to admit I thought the clock at Douglas and Seneca was the Friends clock. But that’s a story for another day (and another blog).
Me: Are you a pizza? Are you a taco? I don’t understand.
Pizza Taco: Does it matter? Why does everyone have to define me, understand me? I’m a hipster food. You clearly don’t get it.
Me: Can we agree to disagree?
Pizza Taco: I’m void of emotions. So whatever. I don’t care.
Pizza Taco: But we can agree I’m unique and interesting, right?
Me: We can agree you’re needy and use your uniqueness as a way to pretend you shun social norms and rebel. But all it proves you need our approval and love.
Pizza Taco: Fair enough.