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| - I think my girlfriend and I really should stay away from these types of places.
We both love pizza and eat it quite regularly. In fact, next to eating pizza, I also enjoy listening to people talk about various places around the city that make it exceptionally well. But ultimately, I just don't think that we're the type of crowd that MOD is catering to.
Maybe if I had to feed a family of finicky kids, where little Tristin doesn't like sausage and sweet Kaitlyn is allergic to peppers, I'd be all over it. Meanwhile, I can drown three different sauces and a dozen different meats onto my own personal pizza, while still paying less than fifty bucks to feed a family of five. Great!
. . . Except I don't need to feed a family of five.
MOD Pizzeria, despite being one of the first "Chipotle-style" pizza joints that I can recall, doesn't really offer anything more or less than any one of its 50 carbon-copy businesses that have since clogged the city.
Yes, some are admittedly better than others when it comes to preparation, ingredients, or crust quality. But ultimately, in the end, they're all basically the same damned thing: pizza that's just a hair better than your big-time national chains - which is apparently all it takes to convince other people that they're eating something truly incredible.
I've said it time and time again. No amount of friendly service, fast preparation, freshness, or sleek décor is going to fool me into thinking your food is good. If your pizza sucks, your pizza sucks - period.
I decided to order the Maddy, which is essentially just cheese and tomato sauce. When done properly, a basic margherita-like pie can be an incredible thing. Piling on toppings is irrelevant if the core of the pizza lacks flavor. Fortunately, I knew this wasn't the place to pull off a standard margherita, so I added some pepperoni and Canadian bacon to liven it up.
My girlfriend ordered a pizza called the Tyler, but requested that they avoid the BBQ sauce. It was more of a traditional cheese/tomato pizza with pepperoni, ham, and pineapple.
All it took was one bite. We knew that we made a mistake and instantly debated on who would take the blame. While I recently compared Fired Pie to a high-end frozen pizza (not in a bad way), I'd put MOD more on par with something in the bargain section that I'd consume during my poor college days. It's really no different than anything I could obtain at a gas station - and yes, believe it or not, gas station pizza is not below me during times of intense hunger.
Ultimately, I feel that I really should stop going to these places thinking that I'm going to strike gold. Pizza is, was, and will always be my favorite food. But after discovering its true potential in recent years, I see these places as nothing more than wasted space.
Deep down, since the kids preparing the food were all friendly, I'd feel guilty giving them a single star. But my God, after reading some of these reviews, I'm starting to realize that Yelpers really don't get out much.
Not recommended.
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