Oh man. I wish I had put a tarp down first in my car.
I had houseguests this past weekend, arriving right at dinnertime. Because I also had to run into Marc's on Puritas (never again, but that's a different story), I decided to pick up a pizza from Happy's next door. Apparently, there are a few of these places around town, but I've never really noticed any other locations.
Verdict? It was both awesome and horrifying. I mean, on one hand: everyone enjoyed the food (which was super cheap for the size of the order), but I'll be scrubbing the smell of fried chicken grease out of my car's hatchback for the next few months.
All in all, I probably would order from them again if I needed cheap, good pizza for a crowd.