Jake Steinfeld

And here's all I'm saying.

Has anyone ever gone to New York and said, I want to go get a slice and then walked in and said, where's the goat cheese?

Has anyone, like growing up, did your dad have a favorite place on the corner that he would take you to and he loved the goat cheese?

Just like mom used to make.

Where's the thing?

Yes.

I don't mind if goat cheese is an option.

It needs to be well off the top ten.

It could not bump mushroom or olive or pepperoni or anything else.

It could not bump anything that anyone wants on their pizza.

And then if you have an escaped mental patient lunatic who's had his fucking...

taste buds taking out the fucking soldering iron, then he or she may order the goat cheese number 28 or 29 on your pizza somewhere between like cilantro and water crescent or something.

But this is the only...

Pizza that's offered.

This is the only one, the one that smells of goat.

Right.

So how many people do you entice as opposed to potentially alienate at 35,000 feet in the air?

Nobody wants fucking.

It's like, I don't know, some sun-dried tomatoes.

It's like, stop fucking with things.