Pretentiously situated in Mount Lebanon. We were really keen to try the Sicilian but they didn't have any prepared on a Saturday afternoon. Fools. Rather than get some prepared, the staff chose to slink around, smoke outside the front door, and frolic like what seemed to be hip-hop loving prepubescents. We tried out a couple of slices, which weren't that big for the price.
But I will say that if faced with the choice of Beto's, this place, or a Yinzer furry convention, I'd choose this place.