No one expected rock ’n’ roll history to be rebaked as a pizza. But that’s exactly what happened when Sir Paul McCartney quietly opened the doors to his new pizza restaurant in Liverpool—only to have Ringo Starr stroll in, grab a mic, and rewrite Beatles history with one gloriously cheesy line:
“Let it… pizza!”

The stunned guests froze — holding slices mid-air — as Ringo, grinning like it was 1964, broke into a spontaneous parody of the legendary ballad. “Speaking words of parmesan…” he joked, before belting out the chorus to thunderous laughter and applause. Meanwhile, Paul, flour on his hands and apron slightly askew, tossed dough behind the counter like he’d been doing it his whole life.

This wasn’t just a restaurant opening — it was a reunion, a fever dream, a saucy spectacle served with extra nostalgia. Fans gasped, cried, and posted with reckless joy:
“Is this heaven? Is this yeast?!”
“Two Beatles in one kitchen. This place is now a UNESCO heritage site.”

Even local news anchors couldn’t keep it together. One choked up while describing how the smell of basil and music “merged into something holy.” Another swore they heard a distant tambourine shake when someone ordered the “Abbey Road Special” (four cheeses, mushrooms, and a secret ingredient rumored to be hope).

And as the night wound down, someone whispered near the window, looking at the sky:
“If John and George were here… they’d be on the garlic bread.”

No one laughed.
Because in that surreal, smoky, joy-soaked pizzeria, it didn’t feel like a joke.
It felt like they were.