When we were seated the girl invited us to order drinks and my wife ordered chardonnay. I asked what kind of chardonnay they had. The waiter said it was "white." I said yes, but what is the name of the chardonnay. She said, "Oh, I don't know, it's white [!].
I gave up and had a beer.
We had the "sourdough" crust pizza, it tasted like dry crackers. Glad we didn't order the "thin crust."
There's got to be real pizza elsewhere in Salem.
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