Day 305: percentage of bill to American Diabetes Association

There is some level of irony in this one:  I went to Dewey's Pizza with my sister for dinner.  We were going to order a small (but fattening) pizza with Italian meats on it and a salad to share.  The waitress, however, informed us that if we ordered the Dr. Dre a portion of the cost of the pizza would be donated to the American Diabetes Association. I was hooked from the get-go, especially since I liked every single ingredient on the Dr. Dre (how often does that happen): ranch, chicken, jalepenos, peppers, and onions.  So, to donate to a cure for diabetes--which can be avoided through diet and exercise in many cases--we ordered a large pizza (half Dr. Dre and half Don Coreleone) and pigged out. At least ADA got something good out of it.  (And the pizza really was delicious).