Finding good pizza in a place where you have no good reason to expect any is like finding a $20 bill in your pants after they been through the laundry. It just makes you a happier puppy. All I know is when they decide to strap me into the electric chair, I'm gettin' one last slice of that roasted garlic pie before they turn on the juice. 'Nuff said.
Ain't no Mountain High enough?
Oh yes there is, folks. Right into my all-time pizza Top 10 list.





