When I let our dog out at night I can see the television at my neighbor's house. I'm not talking about the house across the street. I'm talking about the house behind the house across the street. That's some big television. Not only can I see the glow but I can frequently make out what they're watching. (And it's never anything on one of "those" channels.) What I could make out the other evening was a spot from Domino's. So on Thursday night when we did the usual "what's for dinner" go-round I suggested ordering Domino's new pizza. Understand I have been eating Domino's pizza since I first tasted it at University of Michigan tennis camp in the summer of 1980. So I've grown up on that pizza.
The newly packaged, heavily aromatic pizzas arrived and we dug in. All the research might say it's new-and-improved but I detested it. (My actual comment isn't bloggable.) To me buttery garlic bread ringing a pizza isn't pizza. It's yet another forced "hybrid" product where the original didn't need to be messed with. My wife and daughters thought the pizza was ok. Not exactly a grand endorsement. In fact they said, without my prompting, "let's not order that pizza again."
I hope Domino's wins over more new fans than they lose old ones. Otherwise I go back again to the 1980s, recalling the vaunted introduction of New Coke and ask, "when will we learn not to mess with perfection?"
