This place is quality!
... in that it has an indistinguishable quality that, I think, is what makes it bad. It wasn't horrible, just mediocre, but had some sort of ingredient or something that made us stop and think, "hm, no."
Also, I think that mysterious quality was what gave me the overwhelming urge to wear stretchy pants and try not to vom.
I'm sorry Cestone's! I wanted to like you, you sell pizza by the slice and you're close to my house, but it's just not going to work out.