Last night I ended up going out with some of my coworkers to a bar in Morristown. I was told they had bar pies, so I'd be fine for dinner.
We ordered two pies (assuming they'd be small), and I ate 9 out of the 12 slices--each pie only had 6. Definitely the worst pizza I've eaten so far, but I didn't expect much from a bar by way of fine Italian cuisine.
Unfortunatelty for me, I was not thinking about breakfast last night, and did not leave myself anything to eat this morning. I am starving. Water has to somehow hold me over until lunch.