We want a real pizza!

Last night we had our first pizza on Okinawa. Wah! We want to come home!! This place is called Pizza House. One would think upon entering that one would see pizza on the menu. Is that too far off? Well, sure they had pizza. It was a tiny little menu on the wall to the right. We went with the large "everything" pizza to find that large was the size of a dinner plate and "everything" meant a piece of pepperoni, 3 canned mushrooms, a sliver of salami, several tiny onion pieces and 6 little things they called bell peppers. What?! It's not like they don't have at least 2 Pizza Huts on the island but we thought (our first mistake) that we would try something different. My advice? Stick with what you know.

After the appetizer-sized pizza we went in search of the perfect dairy dessert. Well, I had forgotten that one little ice cream place was a good mile walk down from the hotel. Ixnay that trip. We ended up going to Lawson Station which is basically a 7-Eleven. Of course, everything in it is Japanese. The only thing that wasn't in Japanese was Haagen-Dazs and that's just some nonsensical word that's supposed to look Scandinavian they came up with to sell ice cream that doesn't even mean anything! After perusing the little store where you can get your fireworks on the stand next to the ice cream freezer we decided to look around a little more. Do you know you can get squid tentacles in a plastic package? Just like beef jerky! I'm not saying that's what it tastes like. I'm just saying that's how it's packaged.

My pick for the trip was "Royal Milk Tea". Hmm. I figured since it had "Coca-Cola Company" and PET on it that it couldn't be all that bad. And...it's not. It's different. It does have 100% on the front. For all that means there could be 100% Okinawan alcohol in it! I hope not. I'd have to send Lonnie out for some Okinawan aspirin. No tellin' what he'd come back with. At least this stuff tastes better than that dead cow water they have in Tennessee. Whoo! You leave the table for one minute and when you come back? Well...it's bad. Just ask my uncle Glenn. Haha!