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OK friends, this isn’t what I promised, but the Pizza Crusade kind of lost steam. We still visited several establishments, and I think we’ve come to a conlcusion of our favorites for different reasons. So I’ll summarize them really quickly. I know this deserves more time/service, but it’s what I’ve got, and I’ve been procrastinating other posts because this one is undone.


Mmmmm….. Pizza. 


Friends, Wichitans, countrymen, lend me your ears. The Pizza Crusade is upon us! What’s this mean? My food-loving friend, Lynds, and I are on a mission to find the best pizza in Wichita. There will be intricate categories, a random grading scale, and most importantly, PIZZA! I realize I’ve been MIA on this blog, so hopefully this mission will resurrect Stuffed and Schwasted to her deserved glory. We’ll start with Ziggy’s. And I have had a request to add Picasso’s in Delano. We’ll also re-hit up some old favorites (Po Boy, Pacific Coast Pizza, Wichita Brewing Company, Bartelli’s, DeFazio’s). But most importantly, we are looking for new places we’ve never been or never heard of. We’re keeping this inside the Wichita city limits, at least for the initial round. If we can still button our pants after crowning an ICT champion, we’ll move onto the suburbs.

Rage on, pizza lovers!

I decided this post needed a graphic, so I stole this probably appropriate one from a strangely similar quest on Yelp.

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.
Me: Legit.
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.


It didn’t take Crystal, Kristy and I too long to mark one of the newly listed places to review off the list! I have seen Avivo in New Market Square on one of the few dreaded occasions I go to that God forsaken corner of Wichita. Is it just me, or is that the absolute most congested part of town? I don’t know whose idea it was to shove a mess of stores and restaurants on one corner, but mission accomplished. Now I avoid it like the plague. Well, except for last Friday, apparently. Hey, a girl has a right to change her mind. Even mid-paragraph.

P is for pizza, that’s good enough for me.


I reviewed Po Boy Pizza back in August. I gave rave reviews, and then continued to slap myself for not realizing how awesome they are before uprooting myself to become a Westsider. In the meantime, the house sale has become a huge mess, and I’ve frequented Po Boy as a homage to what soon will be “remember when” days.

What could be wrong when everything looks SO RIGHT?


This blog’s been a little pizza-laden lately. But I like a pizza (or beer or queso)-laden life. So I’m not complaining. And in this case, I’m sure I’ll confirm what a lot of Derby-ites already know! I’ve heard about Pizza John’s for years. Many say they’re the only competition for my love of Gambino’s in Colwich. And love I do have for pizza. I’d say my top three before going to Pizza John’s was probably Gambino’s, Pacific Coast Pizza, and this random (and nameless because we don’t remember) pizza place in Vegas where Sarah and I ordered pizza after a day of watching the NCAA basketball tournament and having a coupon slipped under the door. Let’s not discuss how we learned later this is NOT a safe practice (calling the number of a random place slipped under your door). And I’d also like to give a Southeast Wichita salute to Po Boy Pizza for their pizza rolls (I’ve never had their pizza because I dream about the rolls). I should make eating the actual pizza a checklist item before moving, huh? But, like usual, I digress.

Do I already have people lining up to road trip to Derby?


Karla and I have been trying to hit up The Biggest Cheese since it opened. And because the history of the building is more interesting than our reason for going, I’ll tell you both. First, Karla and I wanted to go because, well, pizza! I mean, who claims to have the biggest cheese and doesn’t have it? Boring, right? So I’ll also tell you the history of the building. It used to be a strip club. Or whatever a PC person calls it. Gentleman’s club? Titty bar? Whatever. I’m not PC. Girls get naked, swing around on poles, and dudes pay them. The building, I’ve been told, is theoretically part of Delano. Although had I not read that somewhere I wouldn’t have known as much. It sits on the corner of Maple and Seneca. And boy was it interesting.

How big is their cheese, you ask? Stay tuned.