1.      My face smells like charred crust, olive oil, and salted meat.

2.      I was sitting in the window of the Calhoun Punch Pizza eating lunch. Paul Westerberg, former lead singer of the Replacements, walked by and stopped right in front of me. But seeing the front man of my favorite band of all time paled in comparison to how excited I was to eat my prosciutto and red pepper margarita pizza. It wasn’t even close.  Salted meat, cheese, and sauce won in a landslide.   

3.      The new Punch Pizza Punch card is ruling my life. I obsess over how many punches I have and need to get my free pizza. Seriously. I haven’t done this much math in ten years.

4.      I eat at Punch so often, my four year old son, who will eat anything and is basically a garbage disposal with legs, tells me, “I’m sick of Punch.”

5.      I eat so much Punch Pizza I write about it.