This just in, from fellow foodblogger Miss Ginsu:
A hamburger just walked into my office and sang a boisterous anniversary song to one of my coworkers. (Sounds like the beginning of a joke, right? ...a hamburger walks into a bar...)
She was from Preppygram.
They don't have a pizza outfit, but I thought you still might want to know that singing hamburger services are available in the major metropolitan area. One never knows when one might need the services of a well-tuned sandwich.
Your comrade in comestibles,
Miss G.: Don't you mean a singing cheeseburger?