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Jan 17, 2013
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tmills:

Christian and I have become obsessed with an Italian restaurant we saw the other day while going for a walk. It looks like an Irish pub from the outside and all the signage says “Lunch Dinner Pizza,” as if to imply pizza is a meal unto itself, to be added to the cannon of breakfast, lunch, and dinner (on which point we are in agreement: yes, pizza is such a thing). The name of the place is Il Pirata, which is Italian for “The Pirate,” so we’ve just been imagining these shitty, local cable commercials starring a sweaty, mustachioed man desperately trying to get people to come to his pirate-themed Italian restaurant that looks like an Irish pub. “Come on down to Il Pirata for Buccaneer Tuesdays, where the beers are a buck-a-beer.” Animatronic pirates singing old Italian sea-shanties strewn about the place. Emily was annoyed with us all day. 

"Come on down to Il Pirata, where X marks the pizza!"

"Il Pirata, home of the brunch pizza. Pizza… for BRUNCH!"

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    "Come on down to Il Pirata, where X marks the pizza!" "Il Pirata, home of the brunch pizza. Pizza… for BRUNCH!"
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