Try Finding Pizza on Labor Day

I spent the weekend camping and playing at a lake in Nebraska (Note: I'm not saying which lake I was at because I can't spell it and am too lazy to Google it. But let's just say it's the last name of a Hollywood actor known for running around topless and playing naked bongos.). Of course with camping comes camp food - s'mores, burgers, etc. When we got home Monday night I wanted pizza.

My first choice was Original Pizza (http://originalpizza.us/Index.html), which makes a tasty New York-style creation. They don't deliver, but I was craving it so hard that I was willing to pick it up. My husband calls and they're closed for Labor Day. Next.

We looked at Double D's Sourdough Pizza (http://doubledspizza.com/), but I just can't resign myself to pay $26 for a 2-topping pizza. Maybe if it came with Antonio Sabato Jr., but it doesn't, so I ain't paying.

At this point we were running out of pizza options and I was running out patience. Proving why I married him, my husband dug deep and suggested Papa Frank's (http://www.papafranksbroomfield.com/), a local Italian restaurant whose pizza we had never tried. He called - also closed.

WTF independent pizza places! Why can't you be more like a heartless corporation and force your employees to work on Labor Day? I couldn't wait another minute to eat so we headed to a style of restaurant I knew would be open - our Little Vietnam. Sure enough, all the pho places were open. Now that's a work ethic.

It wasn't the pizza I'd been craving, but my pho and my husband's pork plate were delicious, as always. I can always count on Little Vietnam.