Remember Showbiz Pizza Place - A Retrospective

Nostalgia is a h3LL of a drug.
If I had to describe the neon decade in one word it would be : VIBRANT.
If I had to throw in another word it would most definitely be EXCESS.
Excessively Vibrant. To describe it in text does the 80's, itself and the reader absolutely no service. If one was not there in person and currently has no access to a time traveling machine of sorts, aided by a flux capacitor(of course) then the only way to fly is via visuals. Hyper color visuals that have been downgraded by time and deteriorating polyester/oxide particles. AKA VHS. This is when something rather magical happens. It remind us of a time past, but different. It becomes a nostalgic dream dangerously teetering on the edge of nightmare. While experiencing something again for the first time 30 plus years later. it feels surreal. I was there!!! But... I don't remember it being QUITE like this. It's Mandela X 100. The Berenstein/Stain bears ain't got squat on this mind trip. Tangent aside now.
In this episode we traverse the glow in the dark seas of Pizza, games and bears (Oh my!). A match made in heaven. Or was it?
Pizza that was on par w/ the bad pizza day in school. Remember that?
There were two types of pizza they offered. One was a gift from the gods of cheese and dough. Beautifully crispy and melty. Kids would dive over tables attempting to reach that lone soul who inexplicably didn't "like" pizza and would trade it for a chocolate milk. What a weirdo. Around 11 am, a smell would waft through the halls in search of noses to tempt, like a ghost haunting a castle looking for someone to scare. W/ glee and vigor.
You would anticipate it. Absolutely nothing was learned that morning because your brain was far too filled w/ thoughts of that greasy slice of happiness to wedge anything "educational" in. Then you'd walk into the cafeteria and see not joyful shiny faces being pummeled by this glutenous triangle. Nope. It was sponge-slice-square-crap pizza day. Scotch Brite could've ma..