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| - Ahh, a glorious, treasured saturday afternoon off had me craving a slice and a soda. With the top down, beautiful 70 degree weather in March, went to Roccos, mentally tasting what i was gonna order. When we got there, a line quickly developed, who knew that at 2 pm everyone else in Summerlin had the same idea? The very friendly 2-person staff was kept quite busy. We each ordered a 2-slice combo with a drink, pepperoni and sausage. While we waited, I added the cucumber tomato salad with gooey balls of italian mozzarella for myself. What the heck, i knew i wouldn't be hungry for dinner later. The salad was luscious, and drenched with a homemade dressing that was just enough tang, but not too much to wilt the crunch of the veggies. The meal was delivered outside where we sat in the sun. Perfect, right? Perfect for me, but my date took one look at it and exclaimed, I can't eat that, it's full of grease and I'll be sick for a week if I do. Crestfallen, but still hungry, I suggested returning it to be made with less oil (and more ala pizza hut style, which means yuckky to me). He said no, and sat there, bemoaning the money that I SPENT not him on the meal. I suggested that he try the Aloha Hawaiian bbq next door. He said no way. So...I ate with or without him. Glory behold, he decided to try the pizza, and remarked, this is actually really good! Yey, total conversion. No sickness, and he even said "I'd like to try this place again!"
I'm told by another casual diner at Roccos that they import their mozzarella, and make their own sausage. I believe it. The pizza crust was slightly crunchy and perfect.
In summary, when I have a craving for the perfect day out with a simple slice, i'll return to Roccos, and maybe just have a solo experience!
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