Stephan W.
Yelp
Okay, so, this place has been in my neighborhood for, what, about six years now? (I mean the revamped full bar version, not the earlier sketchy pizza takeout place). Early on I dropped in there a few times for drinks, and was really put off by the whole scene- douchey crowd, attitudinally maladjusted bartenders, indifferent/ clueless wait staff. So naturally, I just wrote off the pizza as well- too much great pizza in this town to suffer through the aforementioned indignities.
But I had this gnawing, relentless crave for pizza earlier tonight. And yet I didn't want to shell out for the usual exorbitant delivery fee plus tip, so I thought, you know what? I'll give that G.C. a shot- I'll call in my order, walk my LAZ-E arse 1.5 blocks down the street, and do a D.I.Y. (Deliver It Yourself). When I got home, I ripped open the hokey "map of Italy on the cover" pizza box, and chowed down. What I encountered was...a gloopy, gloppy, crumbly-crusted, "'mer'can style" cheez-saturated hot mess of a pizza.
It turns out: I LOVE a good "gloopy, gloppy, crumbly-crusted "'mer'can style" cheez-saturated hot mess of a pizza." It was SOOOOO damn good! There's no pleasure like a guilty pleasure, I tells ya...other bonuses: ready in 30 minutes, and seamless pick-up (I was in and out in less than one minute).
This is NOT a "destination" pizzeria, by any stretch. But if you live within a mile of this place, and you're a fan of the kind of pizza I described above, give it a whirl. Pretty sure you'll be glad you did.