After arguing with Kay over which business to have food delivered from, Kay got her way and caused me to spend around 40 smackers (including tip) on a pizza that had the consistency and flavor of a flat, sopping wet sponge with catsup and mucuous-like cheese on it. This was a "meat lover's" also, meaning it was piled high with ham, pepperoni, and bacon, all of which were of Steakumms-level delectability.
The wings were rubbery and fat like tool handles.
The CinnaApple Pie for dessert was about a notch above Entenmanns. Sugary icing, canned pie filling, and that pathetically pliant crust satisfied a sweet craving and barely.
Delivery took over an hour despite being minutes away.
Papa John's ain't got it goin' on. Let this review remind you the reader to support your indie pizza parlors.