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| - Let me paint the scene for you: It's about 2:30 am on a Saturday night/Sunday morning. My friends and I have been at the Lady Gaga show for the past 4 hours, before that we were in a hotel room imbibing in a few adult beverages. Now it's late, we're starving and there is no McDonalds in sight (by the way, what's up with that?!) So we beg our cab drive, 'PLEASE SIR, Take us to somewhere that's delicious!' And Fuel Pizza is what we found, or rather what we were taken to.
There was good and bad to this trip (bear with me, my mind is a little foggy on the exact details). We arrive, step out of our cab and see that the line is out of the door and down the street a few people. Yikes. But we're hungry, and we're a little tipsy* so of course we decide to wait. We chat, time goes by, but it is a LONG wait. On the plus side, I think it's awesome that there is a pizza place that stays open past 2am - that's a very rare find where I'm from in the Hampton Roads area.
Anyway, we finally get to order: a few slices and a few garlic knots. The prices are good, I think I paid 6 bucks for a drink, a garlic knot, and two slices of cheese. The pizza is alright - it's thin crust and greasy, but let's be real - that's the best kind of pizza when you've been out and about all night being tipsy*. So it was a fun experience, just me, my friends, and every other drunk in Charlotte waiting for a slice of pie.
*We took cabs ALL night long. If you're gonna be tipsy, be responsible.
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