This particular heart attack on a plate had meat balls (don’t all men have meat balls too. I mean they should say what kind of meat balls if you ask me) pepperoni, oven baked ham, salami, Italian sausage, and parmesan cheese. It’s just a bit short of them slapping a dead pig on your pizza and serving it up.
To be honest, I still proffer a good old pepperoni from Costco, but you can’t get blasted at Costco which is why my brother goes to BJ’s. With BJ’s it’s all in the beer.