A random delivery from a place I can’t remember the name of in Vancouver. The cheese was fresh and thick, the veggies were fragrant, the sauce was sweetly herbal with a hint of red wine, the pepperoni was perfectly crispy and the dough was soft and firm in all the right ways with that just-baked-bread earthy musk.

When I tried to order again they’d just shut down. That pizza was too pure for this world.