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You could tell the pizza and sicilian slice had been sitting around
awhile. I get that though, if its late, rainy, why would you make
fresh pizza only to have to later discard it? So I get that. But
still, it has to be pointed out.
It was quiet when I arrive, sat at a small table in a little chair. I
shot the breeze with the spanish dude working the front. Cool dude.
I mean as far as a fast food pizza joints go, this place met the need.
I noticed this female come in, and she seemed to be asking for a hand
me down from the owner. Now I didn’t pay too much attention, but
having grown up in the hood, I know the sounds, the patterns, the
dress, the way a person under the influence of illegal drugs acts. God
forgive me if I am wrong, but that is what I perceived. In any case
the person in charge seemed to help her out. I can appreciate that.
Need a slice? Come by here, it will meet the need.