Just when I thought the world was settling down, this unsettling news has arrived. Anchovies have all but drifted away from Quad-City pizzerias. I don’t know what is happening to this generation!
A friend dropped into a Pizza Hut the other night and inquired about anchovies on his pizza.
“We quit anchovies a month ago,” said the fellow who was slavering pizza sauce on a round pan of dough. I checked other Pizza Huts in the pizza-happy Quads. Same story. It’s not a national move, but up to the individual stores. Still, a check of the Pizza Hut web site — with all the menus — makes not a hint of anchovies.
“Rarely did a person come in anymore and want anchovies on pizza,” says David Bronstein, a manager of one of the Pizza Huts in Davenport. “We’d open a can for one order and throw the rest away, so we quit the anchovies.”
At the 58 Happy Joe’s pizza places, requests have dried up.
“We still stock anchovies, but no one orders them,” a spokesperson for Happy Joe’s said.
At a Harris Pizza parlor in Rock Island, the request for anchovies on pizza has dwindled to a piddling two or three a week.
To have no anchovies on pizza is like not having ketchup with french fries. What is a pizza without anchovies? What can a pizza be without a salty twang of anchovies?
What is this world coming to? Next thing, they’ll quit putting a slice or two of anchovy on Caesar salad.
For the love of a car …
Sentimental understanding after we sadly parted with our 150,00-mile car:
“I FELT THE SAME way as you when I traded in my 2004 Honda van for a smaller vehicle,” says Janice Foley of Bettendorf.
“On the day I was to pick up my new car, my emotions were split between the excitement of a new car and the dread of giving up the old car. I told my husband, as I was driving to the dealership to pick up the new car, that I felt like I was taking a beloved pet to be put to sleep.
“It was time; the van had 130,000 plus miles, my two children are both in college, and there is no need to keep a van that once carried boys and dads to hockey tournaments around the Midwest, adolescent girls to movies or to the mall, boxes and furniture to dorm rooms and home again, to sorority houses and home again, to apartment and home again.
“The van had served its purpose and served it well. As I drove away from the dealership with the new car, I told the salesman, ‘Please make sure it goes to a good home. It deserves to be appreciated.’ ”
“I ABSOLUTELY feel the same way about my car, a 2001 Explorer, as you do,” says Candy Thomas of Bettendorf. “We have replaced nothing but brakes in all these years. It has taken me back and forth to Chicago hundreds of times to see my grandkids with never a complaint.” It has 125,000 miles.
“My husband says it’s time for it to go. I told him I will feel like I’m leaving my pet at the pound when we trade it in. I honestly don’t know what to do. I love that car!”
Maybe this explains our truck-eaters
Two truck drivers arrive in front of a tunnel. The sign says, “Maximum height 10 feet.”
The first driver measures his truck and says, “Darn … 10 feet, 3 inches.”
The second one looks furtively around and says, “No police anywhere. Let’s go for it.”
(Tracy Scott, Houston Chronicle)
Contact Bill Wundram at (563) 383-2249 or email@example.com.