Where do single, lonely, middle aged men go to eat pizza? Right here. The place is sadly occupied by men 35-55, unshaven, wearing sweat pants, blank stares, one per table. Now you know where to find 'em, ladies.
The pizza itself is, well, it is a big slice. $4 with tax. Not many varieties. Fairly dull toppings. More pizza per slice than Pizza Pizza. Better sauce and better crust. They don't slide the pizza back into the oven. The hot table keeps the slices hot and ready for serving. I like that. I hate having to wait for my slice to heat up. Sometimes they over cook it.