I should have known when I walked in and overheard the owner trying to justify to a skeptical customer when there was no coffee being served (kept having to throw out pots of coffee) and the background music was religious-country.
We were seated in the back of the restaurant, right by the restroom door, the restaurant back door and the kitchen door (traffic...).
They don't serve alcohol (at a pizza place?!?), but charge a per bottle fee if you want to bring your own.
We decided to get the order to go. The pepperoni was good, the Mediterranean-style was awful - we ended up throwing it away.
I'm not a hater. I admire their passion and belief in their product; they are serving a niche and it is doubtless working for them. But I felt a pious, self-righteous vibe to let me know that if I didn't fit in, I better get out.
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