Food

It has just occured to me that I could really go for Pizza right now.
By pizza, I do not mean the bland stuff at University but the real, New Yawk stuff. The suff where it is impossible to lift with one hand. Where cheese cascades over it like a gooey, calciumated Victoria falls. Which has bits of meat that came from about thirty animals (not all the same breed). And also vegetables that have gone slightly crunchy after sitting under hot lights for a couple of hours.
The odd thing is, it's more of an impulse than a craving (it occured to me, like, 5 minutes ago). It's like my love for Jolly Ranchers or Grapes. However, why have finger food when you eat pieces of pizza bigger than your head?