This pizza joint has been around for some 30 years in our downtown Toronto neighborhood, serving pepperoni drywall pizza to students, brickies, white-collar salary men, cabbies, working moms desperately foraging for dinner, late-night boozers, whales who can’t locate any plankton, and starving writers.

While we are fully embroiled in our news portal site, Canadanewsreport, a roundup of fresh-content Canadian and international news, we still have time to check out the news that Gigi got swept for over a million bucks worth of pot and miscellaneous amounts of crack, Oxycocet and Oxycodone — hold the anchovies.

Metro Police produced the drugs-on-the-table shot for the media, but that was not what shocked us the most. What really makes us smack our heads is how this has been going on without us knowing about it. This news is harder to take than their Hawaiian Pizza.

News of the Gigi bust makes Mrs. Y nostalgic for the old days. She will always have a soft spot for Gigi, given their accepting and charitable ways. Here’s her story.

Until meeting Mr. Y, I had sleep problems for years and would have to resort to prescribed sleep potions, all with varying degrees of efficacy. One experimental med would leave me sleepless, wandering and with complete memory blackout of what happened between taking the pill and coming to in the morning. Taking Halcion (Triazolam) is not good if you live alone, my friends.

It was so bad that if you told me that I had been out kicking kittens all night I would have to take your word for it.

One morning I awoke to find pizza debris all over the kitchen table, real Coca Cola (not diet, yikes!), a pack of smokes and several butts in the ashtray. I had no recollection of how it got there. At some point in the night, I must have grabbed my change purse and somnambulated down to Gigi’s in my powder blue, puffy cloud flannel PJs.

To their everlasting credit, Frank the owner (turns out that’s not his name, it’s Salvador according to police reports) and his staff always treated me like everyone else whenever I went there afterwards. They maintained their flat affect, life sucks, I’m so depressed I can’t even blink, you’re a mosquito around my head welcome treatment. Always. God bless ‘em. Hope they make bail soon.