On Saturday I attended Boise State’s destruction of Connecticut, and I took a moment at halftime to check out the stadium food options.
I recognized most of the vendors from games past. But I also discovered something new and delightful: a pizza cone stand.
Seeing this stand caused a brief internal struggle. It went something like this:
ME: It’s after 10pm. Should I eat something called a pizza cone?
MY COLON: That’s gonna be a no for me dawg.
So I wimped out and did not try a pizza cone. But, I did snap a quick picture of the pizza cone operation. And I now present it for analysis:
Wait a second. I can barely see the pizza cones.
Ah, much better. Now, what’s going on here?
First, when you think of a pizza cone, you think of an actual pizza that has just been wrapped up in a cone shape, right? Well, you naive child, take a look above the oven. There are strange, pallid premade pizza cones just floppin around up there. They make me uncomfortable and I don’t know why.
Second, and more importantly, CHECK OUT THAT OVEN! It’s a toaster, but it’s also a merry-go-round. Each stuffed pizza sleeve needs just one orbit in that baby to transform into a golden, toasty pizza cone.
Which tastes… probably good?
That’s all I have to say about pizza cones. As you were. ∎