Mark B.
Yelp
We were at Green Valley Ranch doing a little light gambling (read: donating to the casino), and thought we'd swing by Pizza Rock for lunch. We were seated promptly, greeted nicely, and immediately asked what we'd like to drink.
"I'll have a Coke," I said.
"Would Pepsi be okay?" they asked.
"No, I'd prefer Coke," I replied.
Then they tell me... they don't have Coke.
Wait, what? If you don't have Coke, just say so! Why do restaurants do this? That's like ordering a hamburger and the server saying, "Would a hot dog be okay?" No, it would not. That's why I asked for a hamburger, dammit. Grrrrrr. I know, pet peeve, but still.
Anyway...
We ordered the Zucchini Fries as an appetizer and the Hawaiian Hit Man pizza to split. I'd never had zucchini fries before, and I gotta say, they were excellent. Crispy, flavorful, and the dipping sauce was so good I nearly considered asking for a spoon.
Then the pizza arrived.
Oh boy.
It tasted like someone slathered ketchup on cardboard and topped it with pineapples rescued from the back of the fridge. I ate it only because I was hungry -- not because I enjoyed it. Normally, pizza night is a joyful gluttonous event where I wrestle my wife for the last slice. This time? She got the last piece... and only ate the cheese. That's how bad it was.
The bill was somewhere around $50 with tip, but honestly? If I'd sampled that pizza first, I'd value it closer to $10 -- and only if you're stranded on a desert island.
To be fair, they have a large menu, so maybe we just picked the wrong item. But as the old saying goes, you only get one chance to make a first impression. This one didn't land. Two stars, only because the zucchini fries came in strong like a side dish superhero.