I may be Paleo, but in a past live I was a pizza hound. And to this day, I have a weakness. A willpower deficiency, you could call it. It is *possible*, but highly unlikely, that if you put pizza in front of me I will not eat it.
Such was the case one day when the boss took a group of us to lunch and neglected to tell me -- purposefully -- that we were headed here. So I figured what the heck, go big or go home right?
The garlic bread knots are amazing. The chicken fingers are amazing. The pizzas are amazing. The garlic cheese bread is amazing. Even the ranch dressing here was amazing.
It's a tad expensive but I really don't care. For pizza this good, I'll pay the premium. Plus the company paid for lunch that day.