North American Pizza

On a recent bus ride, Dean developed a hankering for some pizza.  Not just any pizza - not Italian pizza, not Mexican pizza, but good old American Domino's pizza.  Having previously huddled in a Domino's to hide from a storm, we knew they existed here in Puebla, but had no idea where one might be located reasonably close to our hotel.  We stopped a random passerby to ask if he knew where to find a local Domino's, and he informed us that indeed he did know where to find some 'North American' pizza.  Interesting choice of words.  This was the second time since arriving here I have heard the term North America used in reference to some place other than Mexico. I had always assumed Mexico to be part of North America - as in the NAFTA document and such.  It seems some Mexicans may consider themselves more part of Central America.  To each his own I guess.  So a couple of us head out for pizza and return with a pepperoni and cheese pie, along with some hot and spicy potato wedges.  Dean did manage to pass up the gargantuan 3.3 liter cola offering for the relatively small 2 liter bottle of Coke.  We feasted well into the night.