Marcel Winatschek

Kit-Kat Pizza

Japan’s doing that thing again. Some pizza chain called Napoli—naturally—is selling Kit-Kat pizza now. Actual chocolate bars baked on top, with mango, nuts, gorgonzola, honey-maple sauce. Ten euros or so.

The weird part isn’t that I want it. It’s that I can’t tell if wanting it says something’s wrong with me or if they figured out something the rest of us were too scared to try. That’s the kind of pizza I need to eat—not because I think it’s good, but because I need to know which is true. Either you learn something, or you confirm every suspicion you ever had about the world. Both seem worth it.