A time for renewal....

There comes a point in every young man's life where he realizes that he's destined for a higher purpose. If not a higher purpose, at least a belief that he could do some crazy and awesome things. Unfortunately, that moment has yet to come for me, so I'm doing the next best thing: starting a blog about pizza.

You see, anyone who knows me, or who has known me or who will know me, understands that if there's one constant in my life, that constant is pizza. Like Desmond Hume is to Penelope Widmore, Sean Diroff is to pizza. Although something tells me that episode of Lost wouldn't have been nearly as dramatic if Desmond called a Domino's at the end of that episode. But that's who I would have called. Actually, no. I wouldn't have called Domino's.

Who WOULD I have called? Well, that's sort of the purpose of this blog.

I'm going to be exploring the many different types of pizza out there, trying new places, reviewing them in the limited way in which I know how to review pizza. And I will share this all with you, the people of earth, in an attempt to discover others who have this great love of pizza that I have.

I've had this love of pizza my whole life. Frankly, there hasn't been a time where I can remember not loving pizza. In the Diroff household, Friday would be Pizza Night. I can probably think of one instance over the last two and a half decades of my life where pizza wasn't there on a Friday night. It was always there. On top of that, throughout grade school, Wednesday was always Pizza Day (capitalized because it really should have been a national holiday). Three slices of cheese pizza from Seattle Pizza, a local place that used to reside in Trenton, Michigan. (This restaurant has since closed. A moment of silence please...)

Then in high school, things were upped quite a bit. Pizza for lunch twice a week. Tuesdays and Thursdays. In addition to the requisite Friday night pizza. Truly glorious.

Onward to college is where I really allowed my pizza love to take over me, and also my weight. Michigan State University was a regular cornucopia of pizza places, all that would deliver into the darkest hours of the night. If I wanted a pizza at 2:30 in the morning, it was ready for me.

So despite the overabundance of pizza in my life, the love for the round (or square) beauties has never left me. And now I ask you the reader of this site, to join me on this magnificent journey to places where you've probably never been. Or maybe you have been. But we're going there anyway.

It begins...now.