Both sets of my grandparents lived in Eastlake, so as a kid I got to eat Biagio's Pizza and donuts often. My cousins would put about half a dozen donuts each on their plates and then hide in back bedroom to pig out without getting caught. My uncle and I would kick open the door and reclaim the chocolate sprinkles and the creme sticks, give them wedgies, then throw them in the snow outside as penalty for trying to steal all the donuts.
We have a big family. Donuts are serious business.
Pizza is good too. Thin crust and loaded with olive oil. If you don't hold it right, your cheese is sliding right off.
But let's be real here.
If you don't love Biagio's, you're a communist and should go back to Mother Russia, circa 1965.