Do it correctly: cheese pizza. They offer toppings, but you won't need them. This isn't Papa John's and it's a waste to cover up Raffaele's craftsmanship with a bunch of other flavors. Cheese slice. Say it again: cheese.
Their hot wings are big and fat and satisfying. Their warnings about the hotter wings are accurate, and you might need to pop an immodium if you overdo it on the sauce. They remain some of my favorite hot wings, and the faint tickle of vinegar that teases your nose and the back of your throat when they put them down immediately gets me excited.
The decor is perfect. There's a lot of goofy/tacky signs with aphorisms on them like "The deadline for complaints was yesterday!" Their menu is done on an outdated Pepsi board where the letters have uneven kerning. It's usually a bit warm inside. It's the platonic ideal of a pizza place; bask in its correctness.
Similarly, because it is a perfect pizza place, it would be a mistake to order too far from pizza and wings. If you ask for a salad, they're going to give you some iceberg wedges with antipasti ingredients tossed on. You've been warned.
Cheese pizza. Hot wings. The end.