Crispy Crust is so delicious that we drive all the way from Aspen to get our fix. For my geographically challenged friends, that's thirty minutes, each way, of navigating through drivers who can't merge properly on Glenmore Trail. Pizza is serious business.
But you want to hear about the pizza and not my first world problems.
Super crispy crust, as the name suggests. Not reminiscent of frozen McCain pizzas, as someone else suggested (...!?!) I mean, if you're comparing Crispy Crust to Pizza 73, with the latter getting the nod of approval, I can only assume you have no idea what you're talking about. Pizza 73 and Crispy Crust are not even playing the same sport, let alone in the same league. Well, you know, if pizza was a recreational activity. Which it's not. It's serious business. And Pizza 73 has no business here.
The pizza is excellent but the garlicky, cheesy breadsticks are a real gift from the heavens. I swear there's crack* in the accompanying marinara sauce. Sometimes you might find me in the middle of the night sneaking a breadstick as a vessel for the sauce. (Because why else would there be a light inside the fridge?) In the morning I'll have to feign ignorance: "Oh no, honey, I have no idea what happened to all that sauce. It's probably those damn kids that we don't have yet." You know how people from New Joisey have literally come to blows because of "sauce"... I finally understand why. This shit is delicious. And totally worth blaming your unborn child over. Damn, little Anastasia, you have a lot to answer for!
Crispy Crust is not shy about the toppings either; these pies are LOADED and I love it. There's a nice heft to the pizza but they don't digest heavily. Also, they use fresh ingredients. Real bacon, fresh mushrooms, crack* sauce. Should be their motto. Louie, call me.
If Crispy Crust was any closer to my house, you'd probably see me star on the Biggest Loser or reprising The Wire's Bubbles. And I would have a gigantic marinara-eating grin on my face.
*Not actually crack cocaine. 90% sure.