Pizza

I was in the mood for pizza today. I really didn't feel like driving all the way out to my usual place and I had gotten an ad for a place down the block. The pizza was only 8" instead of my usual 15", but it was closer. So I figured I would check it out. Now ordering pizza for me is always and experience. So I walk in an tell them I want to order a pan pizza to go. Now I want it with no cheese just sauce. This is usually the moment they seem to have a nervous breakdown. Like you told Columbus was wrong the world really is flat. In their attempts to compose themselves they usually want to give me more toppings. I don't want no stinkin' toppings, just sauce no cheese. I had to admit this girl today recovered faster than most. At least she didn't ask me like the last person did I want it cooked?

My review: it was okay. Not as good as my usual place and at half the size for a few 50 cents more I'll drive the distance.