This isn't pizza. This is crack. I'd say "crack on a crust," but really? The crust itself is crack. I can't even begin to explain how amazing the crust of this pizza is. If tastiness was a crime. Angelo's would be guilty of Deliciousness in the First Degree. I ordered wings this time, thinking that I wasn't in the mood. After I ate the wings, I went back for the pizza. The yummy, yummy pizza. Two slices are sitting on the dining room table, and even though I'm not hungry they are calling my name. Don't get me wrong; the wings were good. But the pizza. The pizza. Oh, the pizza.
I can't decide if it's more like great sex or a religious experience.