Disclaimer: I did not have pizza here - I had the Italian sandwich.
I don't like walking into a place and know within the first 30 seconds that the guy behind the counter is in a bad mood. I mean, seriously? Sorry it's 2pm and you are trying to prep for your dinner rush, but if you don't want to serve people at this time, then close your doors instead of being a total (insert nickname for richard here).
I placed my order with the grumpy dude behind the counter, sat down, and ate my sandwich when it came. It was fine. The lettuce was brown and the italian dressing didn't taste homemade. Not a lot of meat, but at 6.99, it was fair. Menu says Boars Head meats, this didn't look like boars head - looked like it had more fillers than BH meats.
I will go back and try the pizza and hopefully find Mr. Crankypants in a better mood.