Neuschwanstein Castle

Fifteen hundred steps of stone to the nearest telephone. Up on top inside the tower waking at ungodly hour, with a crazy appetite. So she says, 'perhaps we might order pizza and a kettle, garnished with a stinging nettle and a handful of dead flies. Also, I would like some pies, those with Sauerkraut and jam and the pizza must have ham.' Well, we stayed in Ludwig's castle which itself was quite a hassle, she was pregnant, gravely so, and, as some of you may know, ladies bearing growing seeds have their own, peculiar needs. I detest to climb at night just to serve my spouse a bite, fifteenhundred steps of stone, TWICE, but wait, she has a phone! With a barely stifled curse I retrieved it from her purse. 'Who to call', I asked my sweet, she replied 'Call Pizza Pete', so I did and felt a shiver, Pete said 'Pizza, we deliver'. It was four, the boy showed up, out of breath with our grub. She, the lady of my dreams, then remarked 'Oh, my, it seems that this pizza is ice-cold, previously I have been told that a meal from Pizza Pete will, no matter, always meet standards of discerning guests, and that the decision rests with the customer, of course. (Briefly I thought of divorce) , when SHE picked up the telephone, said 'Pete, this food is cold as stone', and Pete said 'Have the boy return if temperature is your concern. We will replace it, worry not, Pete's Pizza is delivered hot.'