The best pizza I ever had was from a hole-in-the-wall place in Montreal with a layer of grease in the windows, thick cobwebs covered in dead flies, and an air-conditioner black with mold.

If anyone cares, or remembers, it was Rock And Roll Pizza on Bleury, where the Spectrum used to be. In front of the NYKS.

It was a Persian guy running the place. One day I convinced a Persian co-worker to eat there. I guess he gave shit to the owner because the next day the place was a lot cleaner.

Basically they made some kind of shawarma pizza that was out of this world.

Oh and the business next door sold sex dolls, there was a fully inflated transexual doll in that window.

I miss that Montreal. I don’t like the crappy generic condo abomination that’s there now.

So anyways, if greasy windows and dead spiders didn’t turn me off, what does it say that seeing some generic gross AI art turns me off?

(I just remembered another MTL pizza place with greasy windows and dead flies that was so amazing a guy drove from the South Shore just to eat there.)