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| - Extremely full is what I am after dinner here. I mean I totally should not have shoved that last piece of pizza into my face. It was just so good. I only stopped there because it became apparent that I would literally vomit like Mr Creosote if i so much as tasted a wafer thin mint. So I'm miserable, yet happy at the same time. I had the Caprese Salad, a couple of garlic knots (you MUST order these), and a pizza with cheese, basil, and sun dried tomatoes. I could only manage half my eight inch pizza after all the other stuff I wolfed down, but still ate another slice. Just for good measure. Happy hour is the time to come, with awesome deals on the appetizers and such. Its super loud, so you can't really carry on a conversation. But who talks while shoving pizza in your face anyway? That's just rude. I don't drink so I can't really speak about the bar. The guy at the next table had an appropriately dirty looking martini, though. In the hit and miss world of pizza, this is a hit, a very palpable hit. I shall return.
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