Mr. Pasquale is now working out of an old tour group shack or something. I think most of the business must be take-out. He has one rather willing yet hapless heavily pierced P/T waitress (sort of a punk female version of Manuel in Fawlty Towers) who is unfairly harried. The drinks are in two different buildings with bottled water, sodas, beer and cheap airplane mini wines in a cooler in an old shack and then actual Italian wine at the cash register. The only glasses left are old Stella Artois beer glasses. So - a nice glug from one of the four remaining bottles of Chianti (but pretty good Chianti, to Pasquale's credit,) in a Belgian beer holder. But all seat-of-the-pants- fun aside, the pizza is fabulous. It's very good for NY (or other places with good pizza,) and absolutely stellar for the OBX. No complaints!
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