If you've ever lived, visited, or had relatives back east (because pizza in the west is usually shite), this is reminiscent of the kind of pizza you'd eat at the local place down the street, complete with the angry looking italian dude in the kitchen. I don't know if he was really angry, but he was staring outside like he was about to pull the fluffy clouds out of the sky and beat the rain out of them for being so damn fluffy. This dude has nothing to do with the food, other than his angry face makes it taste so damn good.
I had something on the lunch menu called "the perfect pizza," and it was indeed the perfect portion; a small pizza and a small salad. I have no idea what the rest of the food tastes like, or if the angry dude in the kitchen will be making it.