You Hate Me, Well I Hate U2

There's a pizza place near my work which is "Home to the 20 inch, biggest in Northern Virginia", TWSS. They debatably make the best New York style pizza in the whole DC metropolitan area and the ambiance is very palatial. The portions are so large (9.5 Courics to be exact) that just one slice is enough for an entire lunch.

The only catch is that one of the guys that works behind the counter is a Bono look alike, and is a complete douche-bag. He yells at customers telling them to hurry up, the pizzas aren't labeled and he's surprised when you just point at the pizza you ordered rather then calling it by name (Yes I realize this sounds like a certain episode of the Seinfeld, but I'm not going to make the obvious comparison).

After our trip there last week he pushed me close to the edge of retaliating back to his rude customer service, but I decided the pizza was too important. I've never been a fan of Bono nor U2 and despite the fact that he wears sunglasses inside, Bono knows how to make a great slice of pizza.