It's nice to see historic downtown Carrollton getting a hip pizza joint. Canne Rosso claims to have the most authentic Neapolitan style pizza in the metroplex with imported flour from Italy, but I have neither the experience nor the refined palate to confirm this. Of our bunch, we have a few pizza lovers, but no one was terribly impressed with our meals. The thin crust seemed to be either too burned or undercooked, but Natalie and Megan have had glorious experiences at Cane Rosso before, so maybe this was just a fluke. When you visit, don't forget to take a selfie on the pig next door and visit Bloom's Candy and Soda Pop shop across the way.
The descriptions and plot were gross enough to turn off Megan, and Robert was bored with it for the most part, but the rest of us found it pretty interesting--especially the parable or even fairy-tale aspect of the plot. Süskind weaves a certain fateful repetition, which is satisfying. In a way, Grenouille is some sort of grotesque Cinderella trying to make a dress to wear to the ball, and like most good fairy tales, Perfume's ending is absolutely inevitable.
The result was that the scheduled execution of one of the most abominable criminals of the age degenerated into the largest orgy the world had seen since the second century before Christ.