The Aftershock
double pepperoni · hot honey · charred jalapeño
$22Hand-stretched. Fire-baked. Delivered through whatever comes next.
“The world may end.
Dinner doesn’t have to.”
We started with a sourdough mother, a secondhand oven, and the deeply held belief that civilization is only ever one good meal away from getting its act together.
So when the sky changed color, we kept the oven on.
The phones are down. The roads are worse. Our driver called in “temporally displaced.” You’re up.
INCOMING TRANSMISSION
Catch the pizzas. Dodge the meteors.
Thirty seconds to save dinner.