Jun's upbeat dulcet-toned voice is a familiar one: it's the one you hear when you're tapping your toes after calling for delivery. Call tonight and her (taped) spiel enthuses about free garlic -- to ward off vampires, of course. And while you change your mind again and again as the seconds tick by (Mama Lil's peppers! No, capers! No, pepperoni!), you'll also hear this familiar tune:

Well, I don't know what you're having for dinner (though I can guess what you're having for dessert), but I'm thinking pizza sounds pretty good right about now, especially since I've been talking about it since early this morning. So, how many pizzas will Pagliacci deliver this horror-filled holiday? "Thousands," says Jun, who notes that their busiest pizza kitchens are on Capitol Hill, Laurelhurst and at 85th and Dibble. She also told me that Matt Galvin will be on the job tonight, working "where ever I send him" -- something, interestingly enough, that he does every Friday night.

Yo, Matt! Get over here! And bring a Mushroom Primo with some of that free garlic -- roasted -- plus a pint of pumpkin gelato! I've got king-sized candy bars and a big tip waiting for you. Here's the tip: the Smiths, who live across the street, give out those monster-sized movie-boxes of sweets. And they'll cough 'em up whether or not you come bearing those groovy compostable pizza boxes.