NICK MENNELL
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Adrienne's Pizza Bar - Where Dreams Come True and Dignity Goes to Die
Let me paint you a picture: It's me, a grown adult, sitting across from my horrified brother, systematically demolishing an entire box of Adrienne's deep dish pepperoni pizza like some sort of pizza-powered garbage disposal. The look of pure disgust on his face? Priceless. My complete lack of shame? Also priceless.
This place is dangerously close to the Brightline station, which is both a blessing and a curse. The blessing? When you're hungry and waiting for your train, Adrienne's is right there like a cheesy beacon of hope. The curse? When your train is inevitably late (thanks, Brightline), you have way too much time to order "just one more slice" until suddenly you're staring at an empty box wondering where your life went wrong.
But here's the thing - that deep dish pepperoni pizza is so ridiculously good that I regret absolutely nothing. Each slice is like a beautiful, greasy love letter to your taste buds. The crust is perfectly thick, the sauce hits just right, and the pepperoni... *chef's kiss*... the pepperoni is what dreams are made of.
My brother may never look at me the same way again, and I may have had to loosen my belt three notches, but would I do it again? In a heartbeat. In fact, I'm already planning my next strategic Brightline delay.
Adrienne's Pizza Bar: Come for the convenience, stay because you've entered a pizza-induced food coma and can't physically leave. Five stars, would embarrass myself again.