Pizza

I was in the mood for pizza today.  I really didn't feel like driving all the way out to my usual place and I had gotten an ad for a place down the block.  The pizza was only 8" instead of my usual 15", but it was closer.  So I figured I would check it out.  Now ordering pizza for me is always and experience.  So I walk in an tell them I want to order a pan pizza to go.  Now I want it with no cheese just sauce.  This is usually the moment they seem to have a nervous breakdown.  Like you told Columbus was wrong the world really is flat.  In their attempts to compose themselves they usually want to give me more toppings.  I don't want no stinkin' toppings, just sauce no cheese.  I had to admit this girl today recovered faster than most.  At least she didn't ask me like the last person did I want it cooked? 

My review:  it was okay.  Not as good as my usual place and at half the size for a few 50 cents more I'll drive the distance.