"One does not go to Casola’s. One ends up at Casola’s—maybe because it’s midnight, nothing else is open, and you've been pounding tequila sodas like there's about to be a shortage. If that’s the case, you might not care that this pizza is very, very bad. But the reason they’ve been around since 1981 is because their Elmer’s glue-style cheese and giant slices do hit the spot when half your taste buds are out of commission. Luckily, they deliver. So stay home and eat your drunk pizza in peace. " - virginia otazo, mariana trabanino