During these difficult times, we can only count on a handful of things: the strength of our communities, the indomitable will of the human spirit, and the zesty spice of America's greatest city, Flavortown. This fabled land, with its manhole covers made of pizza pie, may be the last true bastion of freedom from the tyranny of bland--where the gravitational force of bacon warps the laws of space and time.

And at the helm of this metropolis of meat is Flavortown's founder, mayor, and staunchest advocate, Mr. Guy Fieri. And much like the Asgardian gatekeeper Heimdall, Fieri alone allows entry into the double grilled cheese-paved streets of Flavortown (except instead of that big metal staff, Fieri probably wields, like, a six-foot meatball party sub).

Therefore, we ask Mayor Fieri to fling open the heavy, cheesy, ooey-gooey doors of Flavortown for a new resident, Dayton, Ohio's own Pizza Bandit. This food truck is slinging some of the best New York-style pies outside of the Big Apple and would be a perfect addition to Flavortown's bustling beef-streets. Even during this horrible pandemic, Pizza Bandit is still working tirelessly to make sure Dayton's faces are fed and we can drown our sorrows in delicious dipping cups of garlic butter or chipotle ranch.

I am not personally involved in Pizza Bandit as a business, I am merely a customer who enjoys cramming their giant slices into my gaping pizza hole whenever possible. Would I wear a shirt covered in flames when Pizza Bandit gains entrance to Flavortown? Absolutely. Would I frost and spike my hair, too? I mean...we can talk about it or something. But please join me in DEMANDING the Pizza Bandit is afforded citizenship in the land of Flavortown. Fieri, hear our calls!