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| - Went here on a Friday night with a group of 6 friends after very briefly doing the Fremont-Tourist-Thing. I had been dying to give this place a try since, after living in Chicago for 5 years, Vegas pizza had sucked balls, on the whole.
We ordered the Cal Italia, and the Old Chicago, because fuck yes Chicago Cracker Crust. We also ordered a third pizza that never showed, but was only briefly missed. The other two were so wonderful...I almost don't have anything to say because, yeah, perfect pizza. Perfect. Crust, perfect. Sauces, perfect. Balance, ridiculously perfect. Ugh, I want some right now.
Waitress was awesome; attentive, informative, helpful, and not hovering, and the place was packed, so I do not hold the missing pie (which we were never charged for, either) against anyone. Super kind to one of my tourist friends, whose accent makes her pronunciation of things like "prosciutto" a source of embarrassment quite often. We felt utterly welcome and had a truly happiness-enducing meal.
My only gripe was the noise level, which was pitched just above "easy conversation" range. That's to be expected at Fremont on a Friday, but not my bag. Will try it on a different night to see if the levels change.
It's a little on the pricey side for pizza, but I find I really don't care. It's so good I am happy to pay a little bit extra for pizza I truly enjoy. I will just go all Rhett Butler on my budget and remind it I don't give a damn. It's cheap for actually sating the Great Pizza itch.
My favorite pizza in Vegas, so far by miles. That cracker crust. Yessss. Will be back as soon and as often as I can manage.
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