Alright, let me walk you through this thing I did, what I ended up calling my “Little Caesars bo6” experiment. It wasn’t exactly rocket science, but it was a mission, a personal one, you could say. I’d been hearing folks talk about their eating challenges, and I thought, why not try something with good ol’ Little Caesars? So, “bo6” for me meant tackling a specific set of six items in one go. Just to see if I could, you know? A sort of self-imposed benchmark.

Setting the Stage
So, I started by planning it out a bit. This wasn’t just a random Tuesday night binge; I wanted to make it a proper attempt. My first step was figuring out what my “six” would be. I wanted a mix, something that felt like a real representation of what they offer, but also something that would push my limits a little.
My list eventually solidified into this:
- One classic Pepperoni Pizza (the Hot-N-Ready, of course).
- An order of Crazy Bread with Crazy Sauce. Can’t go to Little Caesars and not get this.
- A portion of Caesar Wings – the oven-roasted ones.
- Then, to really make it a challenge, a second pizza. I went with their Deep!Deep! Dish pepperoni. That thing is dense.
- A couple of extra dipping sauces, just to have options. I figured these count as item five.
- And finally, a 2-liter bottle of soda to wash it all down. Item six.
With the list ready, I picked a day. Cleared my schedule for the evening, because I figured I wouldn’t be good for much else afterwards. Told myself, “This is it. This is the practice run.”
The Main Event: Execution and Record
I headed out to my local Little Caesars. The place was bustling, usual stuff. I placed my order. The guy at the counter gave me a bit of a look when I listed it all out for one person, but hey, I was on a mission. Got my haul, which was surprisingly heavy, and drove back home.
Phase 1: The Spread and Initial Attack.

I laid everything out on my coffee table. It was a glorious, slightly intimidating sight. I decided to start with the classic pepperoni pizza. Went down easy. Slice after slice. Then, I moved to the Crazy Bread. That stuff is just a weakness. Dipped it in the Crazy Sauce. So far, so good. I was feeling confident.
Phase 2: The Grind Begins.
Next up were the Caesar Wings. They were pretty good, a nice change in texture. After the wings, I turned my attention to the Deep!Deep! Dish. This, my friends, is where the “practice” really started to feel like work. That crust is no joke. It’s thick, it’s cheesy, it’s a lot. I was definitely slowing down. The soda was helping, but also filling me up fast.

Phase 3: Hitting the Wall (Almost).
I was making progress, but it was a slog. I remember looking at the remaining half of the deep dish and thinking, “What have I gotten myself into?” The extra dipping sauces I got were mostly just sitting there, mocking me. I was definitely feeling the sheer volume of food. This wasn’t just about hunger anymore; it was about persistence. I kept telling myself, “Just a few more bites.” I was “recording” every sensation, the fullness, the slight nausea, the stubborn determination.
Phase 4: The Aftermath and “Completion.”
Did I finish every single crumb? Honestly, no. I got through the vast majority of it, though. All the wings, all the Crazy Bread, most of the classic pizza, and a very respectable dent in that Deep!Deep! Dish. The soda was mostly gone too. I called it a successful “bo6” practice. I felt incredibly full, a bit greasy, and weirdly accomplished.
Final Thoughts on the “bo6”
So, that was my Little Caesars bo6 experience. It was a journey, man. I learned that six items, especially with a deep dish in the mix, is a serious undertaking. It’s not something I’d recommend doing often, that’s for sure. But as a personal challenge, a way to see what I could handle? It was an interesting experiment. I definitely logged it in my mental book of “things I’ve actually done.” It wasn’t pretty, but it was a record of sorts. I basically confirmed that my eyes are often bigger than my stomach, but sometimes, just sometimes, my stomach tries its best to keep up. No regrets, just a very full belly and a story to tell.