driving back from a fairly successful christmas shopping journey in the wilds of the 'burbs (well, successful for me. tommy came back with: nothing), tommy and i were stopped at the intersection in arlington near harris teeter. not having been back there in a while, i was checking out the strip mall sign to see if any new stores or restaurants had moved in. and lo and behold, something had! but it was confusing. it was ugly. it was a place called...PIE-TANZA!

pie-tanza, tommy and i muttered under our breath, looking at each other. pie-tanza? pie-tanza! piiiiiiiiiiiie-tanza.

what the fuck.

who names their restaurant pie-tanza? (it's a pizza place, for the record, not that we had to look it up on the internet or anything to figure that out. i thought initially it was a pie store). TANZA is not a word. it is not attached to any word. it makes no sense. it has nothing to do with anything related to pizza. it has nothing to do with anything related to the fabulousness of pizza (ie, pie-tastic would make a smidgen of sense). pie-tanza. pie-tanza. pie-tanza.

the word is, less than 24 hours after our realization that it existed, now legend in tommy's and my vocbaulary. i plan on saying it when "what the fuck" would suffice. "you got me THIS for christmas? pie-tanza?!"

but how could somebody have thought of so terribly awful of a name? what is the motivation behind it? WHY GOD WHY PIE-TANZA?!?! and so i turn to the internets, as i so often do, to try to figure out what madness could have been in play behind this insane decision. why, internets, would you ever name your pizza place pie-tanza? help out a girl who has spent a large chunk of the morning puzzling over this inanity.

pie-tanza.