For Lunch today we figured we would hit Southeastern CT, Southwest Rhode Island

If you are familiar with this area then you know there is one food which says's South County, Soupy.

So a couple soupy grinders and two sheet pizzas, one- an Italian, (peppers, meatball, soupy), the other Soupy, Yes...The Cadillac of Sausage.

In Parts, the owner and his son joined us, when they were finished, we invited in the working class, (never mix the upper echelon with the working class) the techs, both groups ate in quiet (well, semi quiet) dignity. When everyone was done, we took the remnants to the rabble. The rabble have many names, Lot Lizards comes to mind right away, These are the sales force. Salesmen make great bonuses for moving cars yet at the same time are the biggest bunch of whining moochers to walk the earth. 

Taking hi life in his hands my second delivered the excess pizza to the showroom...the result was inevitable. 

The leftovers disappeared faster than you can say, "No there isn't anything else to eat".