How Da Vinci's Pizza Solves A Problem Even Leonardo Da Vinci Had

Problem: 

You're depressed. You're depressed because you read Albert Camus' The Stranger and some other news about children killing children, and mothers killing dogs, and from this you learned three things: 

1. A life of a rapist is just as important and meaningless as the life of a non-rapist.

2. Science just confirmed that eating too much fat lowers your risk of dementia. So fat is good.

3. Exercising can actually kill you, and there were incidents proving that drinking whiskey could save your life.

How then can you live with this information after being told that exercise helps you live longer?

The cliche " Who are they to say what is right and wrong now" still rings as loud as Kris Aquino's personality.

The Bisaya Short Films generation is about the death of certainty and the rise of the truth being fragmented to whatever it is you think should be "it". Or maybe you're just hungry. What's your solution?

Solutions: 

The Potato Gusto: The Hearbreak Killer
That Could Also Be A Heart Killer

Da Vinci's Pizza Is A Home-Grown Product. Think of
this the next time you go to Sbarros.

1. Da Vinci's Famous White Sauce Pizzas. More pizza from a store that has the guts (that you don't have) to use the words Famous, Home-grown, Masterpiece, and Original to describe their re-branded Da Vinci's Pizza. Big words, but their sandwich and chicken portions are big, chunky, and satisfying, so it makes sense.

Da Vinci's Picollo Pizza: One Bite, One Kill

Their Pizza Piccolo is to Pizza what Manok Bisaya is to manok and Mais Bisaya is to mais: small but terrible.

Public service announcement: Order the Pan Gusto hot, try the Potato Gusto, eat the pizza with pineapples to trick your mind that you're eating healthy, and never eat their chicken without rice because we say so.

Skip the softdrinks, read David Foster Wallce, no regrets.

2. Consume more and be more judgmental. Judging people is your entertainment because you tried being humble and nice but it didn't work out and wouldn't have worked out anyway if you live in a country where the mentally ill people needing anti-depressants are either your parents or our elected officials. Usually both.

Hurray for mental illness!