what is is about the Pizza Hut Buffet?

So I had the opportunity to eat at the Pizza Hut Buffet today--alone.  Yes, sometimes (especially in the summer), I eat alone...and guess what?  I am totally a better person for it.  I used to be afraid to eat alone...severely afraid...afraid beyond anyone's imagination.  I thought it was sad when people went out by themselves with a newspaper or book and, aghast, ate alone.  But then I lived alone for like 3 years...so sometimes, if I wanted to go out, I had to eat alone...and I got over my fear...and now I actually like eating alone.

But I digress.

I often wonder if my own personal obsession with Pizza Hut (particularly thin crust pizza with pepperoni and extra sauce) can be attributed to the fact that my mother ate an entire Pizza Hut pizza the night she gave birth to me.  She also drank 2 beers.  And ate like 3 salads.  And I really like beer.  And salad.  So I wonder if this is because it is the last bit of nutritional excellence I received before I came out of the...you know...birthing area.  Ever since I was little I would often hanker for that Pizza Hut yumminess...and if it was a buffet...the better!! :)  (but sssshhhh...don't tell my husband, he thinks I don't like the Golden Coral because it's a buffet.  that's not true...I don't like it because it's GROSS!!!! and redneck).  Pizza Hut has always been my favorite.

So here I was, 7 months pregnant, out of the house because something is seriously going wrong with my mind I can't seem to stay still and I have seriously like designed and ordered everyone's Christmas gift online so I needed to get the hell out of the house today...and I needed lunch.  LOW AND BEHOLD...A Pizza Hut Buffet.  

I walked in...it smelled so good...like cinnamon and garlic...I know that they thought, "MAKE A FEW MORE PIZZAS" but I didn't over indulge...just several slices.  What's a girl to do?  I was hungry.  Pizza Hut, however, isn't the same.  (It's probably been like 15 years since I've actually been inside a PH...usually they come to me).  This one wasn't super clean (and the bathrooms were disgusting) and the service wasn't the best...but the pizza, oh the pizza...it was what I had wanted.

And then, after I read 2 chapters in ANGELS & DEMONS and paid my bill and left the buffet line, I begin to have eaters remorse.  This tends to happen every time I eat something that is OH SO GOOD but not for me! 

But hey, I'm pregnant...I'll give myself a break.