Their website is chock-full of success stories, dating from 1981, of pregnant women eating this monster culinary creation and welcoming their bundles of joy mere hours later. While we couldn't join those ranks ourselves we had a friend/victim willing to try: Lauren, whose due date is tomorrow. She and Nate are expecting little Genevieve to pop out any day, but having already missed two weeks of Chevron work Lauren is desperate to get this damned maternity leave over and back to big oil!
Well, we're here to help, and so met her at the pizza restaurant this evening. The Prego consists mainly of meat and garlic and we appropriately ordered a family size. Fairly certain I wouldn't go into labour I ate a slice or two myself and it was very good.
As for Lauren, while blogging her giving birth on the sawdust-covered restaurant floor would have been SO COOL there was nothing to report by the end of the meal. Looks like we'll be back at Skipolini's tomorrow...and the next night...until Genevieve pops out just to get a change in diet.
Actual size.
First bite (my mother's head was an extra topping).
Taking home the leftovers, with the box reminding us why we were there.
Still full up. Fingers crossed, and good luck!
