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| - So here was the situation. It was 1pm on a Sunday afternoon, my friend and I were westsiders headed out to Eastlake, and I was as hungover as a college football mascot the day after homecoming. Desperate for any place that wasn't going to make me eat eggs, and would also provide some hair of the dog, we pulled off in Willoughby and searched the GPS for anything that sounded promising. Even though I thought Oliver Twist was the kind of cutesy name that might end up with us sitting in a dining room next to a collection of Charles Dickens theme dolls, we went with it, and parked in downtown Willoughby, which immediately gave me Berea flashbacks. Oliver Twist was closed. But there seemed to be a lot of other eateries on the strip, so we walked down looking for someplace. Closed Closed Closed. Apparently if you can't get your butt out of bed before 11 in Willoughby, you are screwed for brunch. Dejected, we walked back the car, me vocally denouncing the whole lousy place, when we saw people walking in the Wild Goose, and decided to see if they had food.
Man, did Chance help us out there. The bartender was immediately helpful and super friendly. My hangover was a little dismayed at the prospect of pizza, but the fire pizza oven convinced me and I ordered a simple garlic oil one with some bacon and olives. My friend is one of those guys who can eat a horse, so he ordered the seafood dip, the Irish potato soup, and a Wild Goose pizza. Given how cheap the pizzas were, we were expecting them to be small. But no, they were quite regular pizza sized, and we ended up with a ton to take home. They had just changed the menu the day before, and so they made him the old version of the Wild Goose, which had duck and apples on it, instead of the corned beef one on the new menu. I know, that old one sounds fantastic right? It was, but he isn't into sweet things, so they immediately made him the right one, with no fuss and super quickly, which he also liked a lot. The Irish potato soup was amazing. I don't eat seafood, but he couldn't stop raving about the dip. My own pizza was also great - the crust was thin and crispy the way I love it, and they don't skimp on the toppings at all. If I lived in Willoughby (never going to happen but) I would order pizza from here all the time.
The entire staff was wonderful, and if you live on that side of town or like us find yourself there accidentally, you should totally stop in.
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