or should i say, american food. after almost two weeks of eating african food, a delightful discovery was made at a place in nairobi called the junction (which is basically a glorified mall). they have pizza. and not even the really good kind of pizza where the crust is really crispy and the cheese is really great. it's pizza where the dough is defrosted and toasted and the cheese is just so-so, and the tomato's are a little bit wilted and sad. but after eating lentils and beans and brown rice for what seems like an eternity, this pizza might as well have been made by god. case in point? sometimes, processed food is pretty great.
the tiniest little nugget of a piece of pizza.
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