sometime when I hit my early 30's eating pizza gives me the trots.Warning: Spoiler! (Click to show)
it can be any type of pizza: guilty pleasure shitty pizza like papa johns 4 cheese (crust dipped in that garlic "butter" concoction), any brooklyn establishment like grimaldis, or places like rosa's in queens. I normally have an iron stomach that has been fortified by sketchy street foods in Manila , Brazil , Peru , Mexico, NYC, but now I just eat pizza at home .I have had BBQ chicken intestines from back alley food stalls in Manila, Brazil, Peru, and Mexico (also in San Diego) - thank you Spain/Portuguese colonization! and I'm fine, but two slices of pizza and I'm a queasy mess.