When I was living in Ambergris Caye, a friend of mine took me to a high-end beach resort that was apparently known for its food.

Although Ambergris Caye was a beautiful place, I’d have to be honest and say I couldn’t find many good places to eat, so I was excited to try this place out.

As I’m looking over the menu, the waiter keeps going on and on about how I HAVE to try their 18″ New York style pizza.

“People come here just for this pizza. We have people from New York who try it and tell us it’s the best pizza they’ve ever eaten!”

It was a little more than I wanted to spend on lunch, but how could I argue with that? Plus, the picture on the menu looked like a large 18″ round piece of heaven.

I was sold.

I ordered it and we waited. And waited. And waited.

And waited. And waited. And waited.

Finally, a little over an hour later, I saw the waiter walking towards us with the pizza.

But what he put down in front of me was disappointing at best.

It wasn’t the large 18″ New York style pizza from the picture. No, it was a 12″ round piece of burnt heartbreak.

Funny thing about that pizza, it had a circular piece of cardboard underneath it that looked just like something that comes underneath the frozen pizza you buy at a grocery store.

I’m normally not one to complain about my food. I normally just eat what’s given to me and go about my business. But this? This was ridiculous.

When the waiter came back over to check on us, I asked, “So what happened here? You guys run out of ingredients and have to go buy a frozen pizza to serve me?”

I could tell I caught him off guard; like he somehow didn’t expect me to figure it out.

But he confirmed my suspicions, apologized, and offered to remove it from my bill, so that was nice I guess.

Maybe I’m just a diva, but I don’t go out to nice restaurants to eat frozen pizza.