Crave Pizza

"We are at Crave Pizza. We're out. Glen Falls? Yeah. Glen Falls. We walk in and we're waiting for the pizza and I notice they have like a Jamaican barbecue going on. I'm like, oh, this is strange, right? When are you going to get a Jamaican barbecue with pizza?"

"Crave Jamaican. Spice Jerk. Everybody, let's see what we got here. Let's cut it up. The lady's working hard in there like, how you even get it out? This is going to make my stomach probably into a tizzy."

"Very good. I love this stuff. Like, I don't think Caribbean, like rice, beans, chicken, gets enough like publicity. This is great. Am I crazy? Is it healthy too? I don't know. That may be a stretch."

"I would give this like, I wonder if she made the sauce herself. She must have, right, Boston? Like home cooking, bring it all in. It looked like she's doing it all herself."

"Come for the pizza, get the Jamaican barbecue straight from fucking Jamaica."

"No exaggeration, eight, seven. That's that good. I love chicken, rice, the sauces, the Caribbean, warm breezes, senoritas, all of it. Eight, seven. I'm going to like the Grave Jamaican more than the pizza. Really good."

"Everything was done fresh this morning. This morning. What time do you have to wake up to start that? I got up a little late, to be honest. I got up at six. Six? Good. I'm worried I may like that more than the pizza. We'll see. We'll see. It's going to be just as good."