Mike M.
Yelp
This is one that I've been meaning to get to. Took off a star because of the way they handled the mask thing a couple of years back. When you walk in the door it's like three feet to get to the bar. I went in and sat down. The bartender asked, "what's your problem?" I didn't really think I had one, so I just waited for him to tell me what it was. I'd have felt pretty stupid if I'd told him what I thought it might have been when, in his view, it might have been something entirely different. Thankfully, he was eager to oblige. "Unless you're sitting down, you have to wear a mask," he snapped. "I am sitting down," I explained. "Not when you came in. Do you even watch the news?" I don't watch the news. I wanted to tell him that his complaint was so 3 feet ago. I wanted to go back out and come back in again, scooting on my ass through the door. I wanted to see what would happen if I decided to stand at the bar right next to the stool. Then I wondered how the whole world had lost its fucking mind, collectively. I wanted to rename America "Hypochondria". Mostly I knew it was best to just order my to go pizza, and a Guinness to sip on while I waited for it to be ready.
Anyway, it's a good pizza--really good. I love the place, aesthetically: It's dark and clean, and the bar staff is probably fully vaccinated and boosted. They are quite a friendly bunch, actually--even the masked marvel back there. He'd been nice enough in our previous exchanges, and has been during all of the ones since.
Anyway, I shouldn't have complained so much in this review. I should just be thankful that during the "pandemic" nearly everyone I encountered was practically a professor of actual science and were willing to edify maskless, unperforated rubes like myself every time I stepped outside my house. And I witnessed some amazing things during that period: I saw an obese man peddling on something like an adult tricycle down Heights Blvd against traffic in the rain. He was wearing a surgeon's mask. I saw another man on a crotch rocket weaving through freeway traffic. He wasn't wearing a helmet, but he was wearing a mask. I saw a lady remove her mask briefly to take a drag off her cigarette, pull it back onto her face, and exhale into it. But most importantly, I'll say this again: Keneally's has a very fine pizza--a five STAR pizza.