I burn the roof of mouth every time I have Shakespeare's pizza. It's not their fault- I can't wait for it to cool to eat it. It's so good, I sacrifice skin for it. I love the atmosphere, location and consistency of this place. I also loved hiding in the back room, smoking cigarettes with my best friend here in high school.
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