Few things shut down my appetite like witnessing someone vomiting or even seeing puke. I don't know. Maybe it's just me but I find it really objectionable. Even the smell is troubling.
Other reviewers might say Romeo's Pizza is too sweet or has unpleasant off-flavors associated with their pizza, but after a long hot day dealing with people fighting airborne pathogenic infection, it really can hit the spot. I stopped by the other day on the way out of Broadview Heights and decided to grab a large pizza.
Or two.
You see, they have some interesting and unusual offerings including one called 'the butcher shop' that has a lot of meat on it (cooked) and another called 'the ranch lover's chicken pizza' that replaces cheese with ranch dressing and comes with a generous amount of little nubs of chicken. It has a shiny glaze to it that you would not expect from a pizza slathered in salad dressing. I got one of each.
I know what you're thinking. I ordered too much and we're going to come full-circle on the clever vomit intro, but hold your literary presumption. The pizzas were awesome! The meat pizza did in fact evoke thoughts of a place where meat primals are broken down into component cuts and I really did find myself loving the idea of a house without an upstairs while gutting down slices of the salad dressing pizza.
Both types were tasty and worked well to trick my hypothalamus into forgetting the day's wretchedness. When I finished my meal, everything smelled like pizza to me instead of smelling like vomit. I even had enough for leftovers the next day!
If I can enjoy it after a day like I had, no one grinding through the day in day out horror of postmodern social and environmental degradation within the constraints of Broadview Heights could look up with mouth full and not say, "This pizza tastes great!"