Update 24 hours later: I don't think it was gluten cross contamination. Because I had my wife's left-over pizza (I don't have celiac disease, so I didn't care if there was some form of gluten). After all, I'm a cheapskate--I'm not letting pizza go to waste. Welp, good news and bad news: The good news is I hit my goal weight. The bad news is I was in the bathroom all day with raging diarrhea that rivaled Hawaii's Kilauea. I actually had a USGS representative contact our household because the tremors registered on their Richter scale.
But perhaps it was just our household (who knows, an isolated stomach bug?), but someone else at the pizza party (who does not live with us), just had the salad bar--no pizza at all. She likewise experienced Pele's wrath, setting a new record in the bathroom that was reminiscent of Hiroshima.
This has me thinking now: A year ago I went in and got the "pour your own beer" special. It was pretty fun, and I felt like a wee little boy at Christmas, prancing around playing bartender. I didn't think of it until now, but there were two tabs when you pulled the lever, little floaties (mold buildup) came out of the pour spout. I didn't think much of it because due to my inebriated state, one could've insulted by pet wolverine, and I still wouldn't have minded. The supervisor was super cool, and she promised to clean the spouts. But now that I'm thinking about it, I really wonder about the cleanliness of the whole establishment.
So if you want to hit your goal weight, Round Table Pizza is the place to go! 5/5 stars!