Erik Sauvé
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He got the pepperoni, a classic, spicy, basically the Ryan Gosling of pizzas. I went full veggie mode with a garden-on-a-crust situation that tasted like Mother Nature got a wood-fired oven.
The dough was so good it should be illegal. I tried to eat it slowly but blacked out somewhere between bite three and “oh no it’s gone.” The crust was crisp, the toppings generous (name = accurate), and we both left in a blissful pizza haze.
If carbs are a crime, I’m guilty. Lock me up with extra chili oil and save me a seat.