Hooooleee what the H-E-double hockey sticks did I just walk into? That's when it clicked! All those mid-west license plates in the parking lot as I was walking into Organ Stop! My gob was agape from the moment I stepped through the doors. This place looks like how I imagine the mid-west would taste, big and bland. I mean I haven't seen a greater concentration of mid-westerns in the metro area outside of Sun City or Mill Ave in Tempe during football season. I mean it is definitely something I am... I mean... I uhhh... I don't regret going there. I didn't get the poops from the food or anything like that. So the pizza... I've had better frozen pizzas than what Organ Stop had to offer that hour or so. But hey! they have free refills on soda so that is worth a star.
Organ Stop is big and loud and there are kiddos running around having fun dropping off music requests with crossed-fingers but, the most striking thing about this place is its organ. *que obvious innuendos* Organ Stop is definitely well-endowed. It is a mighty organ. You can't miss it. It makes up an entire (2-story) wall and then spills out onto the other walls. It is really the only reason to go there. However, while I don't want to ever go there again, it does look like it's kind of fun for little humans whose brains are still developing (you can request music for the organist to play) as well as people who like big organs.
tee ell; dee arr: go for the organ, leave for the pizza.