July 15, 2013
I visited a bar after work on a Friday night, a place that I usually step by for a "cold beverage." I ordered a cold mug of beer and the barkeep ordered out for a pizza for happy hour snacks.
She ordered a large cilantro pizza with extra sauce. No cheese or other toppings, just cilantro.
I knew about the evil cilantro from other encounters, but when that pizza arrived it looked like potpourri topping.
It smelled so back I left my mug of beer and fled.