The pizza is actually pretty good here. It's everything else that stinks. Things started badly when a heavy "open" sign fell from ten feet above our table and just missed my kid's head while we sat in our booth. It may very well have killled them. We told the waitress, who didn't ask if we were ok, or even investigate why the fixtures were mysteriously jumping off the walls. She actually had no response or reaction.
The first red flag was that there was only one table with three people eating when we got there. This is a Friday night at 7:15 pm. So, naturally we waited 45 minutes for a pie and the worst chicken wings I've ever tasted. Again, no one is here! They deep-fried the wings, and then drizzled bbq sauce over them like you would a dessert. Atrocious.
I am absolutely mystified that this place has remained open. With Mama's opening down the street, that just may change. It was pretty funny watching the New Yorker at the one occupied table LOSE HIS MIND when the marinara sauce for his meal came in a little plastic cup with a lid on the side instead of being served on top of the pasta.
Try Mama's, or drive the twenty minutes to Tony's in Ballantyne.