Especially if mutual post-creeping takes place between them.
Two weeks later, we settled on a dining journey on the west side of the GTA.
Indeed. Indeed it was, my loyal reader.
Peak lunch hours had come and gone, so patio seating was able to be obtained with minimal effort. We were guided through the dim, air-conditioned strip of tables in the enclosed dining area towards the back of the establishment. The area featured a roof, which worked to shield diners from the blinding rays of the sun (and possible precipitation), yet was exposed on the sides to ensure a feeling of togetherness with one's outside surroundings.
In fact, its foundation was so thin that scissors were provided to distribute the slices instead of a pizza wheel. The snipping process was slower than the usual roll-and-go, but enabled customers to determine the precise width of their desired ration.
These factors aside, both of us enjoyed the pizza tremendously. There was a decent amount of cheese, minimal greasiness, and a variety of textures and individual punches of flavour. Moreover, the house blend of pomodoro sauce was tart and refreshing, eliminating feelings of satiation and paving the path for further consumption.
One day, the cross-over shall happen.