Just when you thought that the city's most awful pizza could get any worse, I'm the first order of the day and it is late by 20 minutes. Delivery guy phones to say he forgot his interac machine and that I will have pay cash or he'll be 30+ minutes late. He arrives with no cash on hand for change. Now I have to tip someone 12 bucks for the pleasure of eating the city's most awful pizza, cold and late. If this is your guilty pleasure, it's because you feel guilty for liking something so darn bad.