OK. Let's get straight to it. This pizza is too good for mortals.
Grew up here - so I'm biased.
Small town boy who left and ate some big world meals. Paris. Rome. Brussels. New York. San Fran. Alina in Chicago. Whatever.
Ate all the deep dish. And the New York fold and eats.
And all I got to say is ....
Bow down to the Master ...b's
Bobby Flay? Giadda? Mario and Lydia? All you wanna be's...
You don't know ....sh....what you don't know.
Trust me. This is the real deal, real deal. I've had your stuff, you can't bring it like the Master. Real Italian sausage? Check. Pure mozz - check. Concentrated flavor mushrooms - check. check. check!
What can I say? When the plane lands, my family knows I ain't coming home until I roll up in to the Master. They even got a map to prove that folks all over the world know where to come when they want pizza done right. So steer 'rem G6's up in to Hopkins and find out what life is all about. Too sad it's so far away (I'm ready to open the Hilton Head branch tomorrow, folks!!!) Call me!