"We get it. We’d all love break-ups to happen at home, close to a box of tissues and personal pint of ice cream. But then you’d have to deal with an awkward, lingering exit. At Char, the hard talk can be drowned out by the cafeteria-like chatter, or the chewing of a great vodka sauce-drenched slice. Because of the noise, it’s easy to be evasive when they reminisce about your first date or ask if they can still use your Netflix password. And since the tables are often full of people primed to get their hands on Kensington’s best pizza, you may be forced to nix the long, drawn-out production and take it all to-go, solo." - candis mclean