Introducing "Out-of-Town Tuesdays"

I'm pleased to announce a new feature on A Slice of Kokomo*—"Out-of-Town Tuesdays."

For a variety of reasons—some completely banal, some moderately compelling—I frequently find myself eating pizza in locales, boroughs, cities, towns, and hamlets other than Kokomo, Indiana. 

Just a couple of days ago, as a matter of fact, as I was chowing down on the marvelously-weird "Neptune" (seafood) pizza at Bazbeaux in Broad Ripple (or "BRip," as the kids call it), I found myself feeling a distinct tinge of guilt, and I never like to mix good pizza—or in this case, great pizza—with an emotion so all-too human as guilt. 

I like to think Nietzsche would be proud, though with his well-documented stomach issues, it's quite likely he was never able to enjoy a slice of the good stuff. (That, and he lived in the late nineteenth century.)

"[Sigh.] I know that's not "housemade" tomato sauce. I can see the Sysco cans in the kitchen."

I felt guilty because I realized just how much fantastic, bizarre, and ultimately blog-worthy out-of-town pizza I've been eating in the last couple months. In fact, one of the reasons I've let this blog get away from me is that out-of-town pizza is (for shame!) essentially all the pizza I've been eating. 

Being a tad slow, it didn't actually occur to me until yesterday morning that I should find a way to use this circumstance to my advantage and, more importantly, to the benefit of the blog and my thirteen regular readers. (I love every single one of you, especially Cecelia.)

So, here's how this is going to work. 

Regular Kokomo-area reviews will post every Friday morning starting next week. (Yes, I know I haven't posted since the end of May, but, c'mon, it's not really a blog if there aren't massive, impossible-to-ignore gaps in content, right?) So those of you who can't even think about logging into your workplace Intranet without first reading me pass praise or blame (or both) on a local pizza purveyor can still get your fix, just now it'll be on Friday mornings instead of on Mondays. 

Out-of-Town Tuesdays will launch next week on—that's right!—Tuesday morning, and I will make it a point of personal honor to give you one out-of-town pizza review each week, which 90% of the time will mean either Indianapolis or Lafayette/West Lafayette. Though I should mention in passing that the interior of the Pizza King in Wabash, Indiana has the creepiest, acid flashback-inducing-est fresco I've ever seen. Stay tuned: pics will follow.

That's right. I'm going to do two reviews each week. God help me.  

In the meantime, keep reading, keep salivating, keep eating local pizza. As always, shoot me a suggestion if your favorite joint isn't on the roster.