when in rome
November 23, 2009
Kim and I met up with Sunderlages and Gaoirans (crazy as it sounds, those are actual names–I think they’re Comanche Indian) for some pizza Saturday night in Orem.
Pizzeria Seven Twelve sits right in the middle of a strange, unfinished, mostly unoccupied business condo development right off State Street in Orem. In fact, driving into the parking lot felt a bit like entering the set of Blade Runner, except it wasn’t raining and we weren’t being pursued by freakily realistic androids. As far as I know. I would know, right?
The restaurant itself was awesome.
The pizza was also awesome–I hear the chef is of Sundance stock, ex or current I didn’t find out.
I like when restaurants have cool wall art. This one left me a bit puzzled, however:
I’ll let you decide what kind of jokes we made for about ten solid minutes.
The real puzzler, though (of course) was in the bathroom. On the one hand, the bathroom was quite nice:
On the other hand, please riddle me the reasoning behind this:
But, you know, when in Rome . . .