We ordered it in the restaurant and, between the two of us, ate several pieces for dinner.
After driving a couple of hours to the hotel, we opened the take-out box for a late night snack. There were more pieces than we remembered, but Katie and I each had one and closed the box again.
The next day for lunch, we once again opened the box. Expecting to find one shriveled piece left, there were still several. And this wasn't some huge pizza we had ordered. Just a standard large pizza - but one that never seemed to end.
Anyone remember the biblical parable of the loaves and fishes?
