Hungry..well, actually starving... my wife and I stumbled upon Orlando's Pizza on State Street in Geneva and were greeted by our high school student waitress, we were seated in a small eating area with not more than a dozen boths, and treated to a very fine thin crust pizza. Thin sometimes means "cracker crust", but in this case, thin is what I would call a regular traditional pizza pie. We ordered a large, and the two of us polished it off (we pick off 1/2 the cheese, at least) with a couple of diet Cokes. The pizza crust/bottom was browned perfectly, almost with a brick-oven crispiness--very nice. The salad bar was small but fresh, and although we did not try it, seemed excellent ($4 extra when you buy a pizza).
The real Orlando's secret, however, is the truly 1970's retro, "eating pizza in my basement" feel. Small, yet the booth arrangement makes it feel pleasant, and the oaky interior with panelled walls and mirrored beams really is a step back in time. I suggest tuning your transistor radio to some Jackie Blue by the Ozark Mtn. Daredevils, donning your least faded corduroy Levis and pedaling your glittery Schwinn Banana seat over to Orlando's for a hot pizza pie.