For a shade under $10 I got a can of pop, a slice of pepperoni, and four lil' nobs of not-so-garlicky bread.
THE PIZZA: 1/3 burnt black, large slice not cut in half so it's unwieldy, paper-thin crust, dry. They should also probably get dried pepper dispensers with smaller holes in the lid because one shake just drowned my meal.
THE ATMOSPHERE: Credit where credit is due, the look and the lighting of the place is very nice. The giant sign outside looks cool and did its job (bringing me in). I'd honestly consider taking someone here for the beginning of a low-key date, *if* the substance was as impressive as the style.
HOWEVER: I wasn't even going to post this mostly negative review, except for the final straw - no recycling! Two garbage cans, but no recycling for the aluminum can and paper products I've got left after eating.
In 2016.
That's bullshit, and it's what made me decide to write this review. May ten thousand dicks fly into the owner's forehead on wings of unburnt, thick, juicy pizza for this stone-age bullshit of not having any recycling when they could be nailing it with one bin labelled PAPER and another labelled CANS.
If they had then I might've given them another chance, but no thanks. I should've just gone ten feet East along Queen to Pizzaiolo.