Sunday, September 20, 2009

An ethical quandry

I feel kind of like a whore right now. I'm not sure if I should. See, there's a great pizza place in town, which makes the best pizza I've ever had, second only to Wild Bill's in Nipawin, which is in itself a bizare situation but for other reasons - long story short, porno in the bathrooms is not mutually exclusive to making pizza that borders on the sublime. Back to the point however, this securely #2 pizza place is great - reasonable prices, good ingredients, always 2 for 1, and they let you use coupons even if you don't actually have them - they just take you at your word. It's really everything I could want in a pizza place except for the fact that the guy who owns it it was once charged with sexual assault by a good friend of mine.

To be fair, it was more like indecent assault; we're definitely not talking "A Time To Kill" here, but the dilemma stands. Is patronizing his pizza establishment a betrayal of my friend? When does society forgive one his sins and allow you to patronize his pizza establishment guilt free? Does delicious pizza traverse the boundaries of morality and become something that every one of us can get behind? I've been meditating on this for weeks now, and the only conclusion that I can come to is that I'm weak. Maybe it would be different if I could stomach Dominos, Pizza Hut, or Panago, or if I knew the number for Homer's or Verns, who are also supposed to be good. Can't Wild Bill's just deliver to Saskatoon? I'll wait that long if that's what it takes to eat delicious pizza without crying.