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| - Meh. I've experienced better.
The worst part is that the pizza here was recommended as God's gift to Las Vegas. In fact, while I was eating, I can't remember exactly how many people drooled over me like hungry puppies and asked where it came from. Confused yet? Me too, because I didn't get the pizza.
Oh, but I dearly wanted to. Unfortunately this establishment had something else in mind and sent me a calzone instead. All I wanted was a Hawai'ian pizza to have an even playing field for comparison, but it was a pick-up order and not by me -- so I ate it. As far as a Hawai'ian calzone goes, it was a first for me. The all too uniformly, finely diced ham would probably be from a bag somewhere, and the pineapple from a can somewhere. Actually, the pineapple I wouldn't have issues with if it had some of the caramelization typical of cooking atop a pizza pie. Double-whammy for a mixed up order.
For a calzone as a whole, I've had some awesome ones. This did not rank among them, but it was good enough to want to finish in one sitting. It wasn't small either; quite a bonus. Also considering that directions to this establishment were given out about half a dozen times just because of how good it looked should garner some respect.
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