After three months in pizza wasteland.....we finally got to order our pizza from an Italian family who has been making pizza in this community since WWII. The last remaining member of the original crew is an eighty something woman who paints the crust with their sauce and adds their special order cheese which comes from a small cheese factory about 12 miles from their pizza place. The pizza is as good as anything in Chicago, but it is found in the middle of nowhere in Northwest Illinois. So, I order a large pizza with extra cheese, mushrooms, and sausage......it is 15 bucks and I always leave a twenty on a pick up because they just pour that extra cheese on when we order and light up when I come in...well they had a new girl, and she hands me a pizza.....the first thing I noticed was it was a little heavier than our normal pizza, but I just figured they poured more of that incredible cheese on it, but when I get in the car, I am smelling some incredible smells.......I get about six miles away and the wife calls.....they gave me the wrong pizza.....I wanted to say F it, but then I thought another customer was waiting and would have to wait a half hour if they made another one.....so I turn around and give them the other pizza, and get our usual weekend pizza. It was simply great, and sadly, next week I have to return to pizza wasteland.....there is civilization and there is barbarism......and pizza originating in Rome is the only way to keep the barbarians from killing civilization......I have had three horrible pizzas in pizza wasteland.....and i give up.
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