GA: Atlanta: Big Pie in the Sky

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So Team Broadstreet Consulting was headed to our first Drupal Camp, Atlanta. We were pumped. Geeky Heads meeting Peachy Heads. A techie, content manager and coder. In one vehicle. Fun all around. But we were pumped because we were going to the Big Pie in the Sky. Tom, of NY Pizza fame, found this place for us from a recent episode of the Travel Channel's Man v Food.
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Big Pie in the Sky was jamming when we arrived. Notice please arrow #1, top right. There was a clothesline strung between cashier and cook on which the pizza orders were pinned and slid down the line, zippity do. Zip. Zip. My head cocking back and forth like a dog following the zip line.

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Notice, if you will, arrow #2, my personal favorite. It's pointing to the pizza dough. For one pie. For my pie, in fact. It is monstrous.

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Notice, my hungry reader, arrow #3. It is pointing to the cardboard cutout of the actual size of a slice of aforementioned pie. My pie. My slice. 8 of those slices, in fact. (the little engine that could)

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Pictured here (you might recognize): Tommy the pizza boy from Pizza Stop and Rusell's Pizza fame, your local, hometown pizza maker. He is digging into our pie, the size of which he, himself, has never made.

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So on our drive down Tommy was strategizing how we could consume this massive pie. "So mom, I've got you down for one lb. of cheese." He turns to me, "You can eat one lb. of cheese, right?" He turns back to Tom, his passenger, "Dad, I've got you down for 3 lbs. If you and I can eat 3 lbs of cheese, we can eat the whole thing."
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No. No, no... "Let's do The Carnivore Challenge. That's 8 lbs of meat." He turns to Tommy, our driver, "I got you down for 3 lbs. of meat, you can do that, right?" We were all silent for awhile.

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We wanted it bad.

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But when we got there, we settled for just cheese, we wimped out. The 30" cheese (feeds 8-10) only had 5 lbs. of cheese, no meat. We thought we could cross the finish line on this.

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We did..... sort of. We took all the slices, but we each left a tadbit on our plate. It was the Aunt Edna curse. Aunt Edna always left one forkful on her plate. She'd lean back, push her plate away and sigh, "I just can't eat another bite." And there was always just one bite left. -

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We got the Aunt Edna curse and it expelled us from the race.