Out with Bill and Kim before they run off on their honeymoon to Hawaii. Fantastic pizza in a very campy interior situated in the middle of a beat-up strip mall that shares the parking lot with a gas station. Old country antiques that aren't all that antique sat along the sides while a beat up TV with separate UHF dial and bunny ears sat at the end of the dining area. Fake wood, bits of real wood and textured wallpaper surrounded the room. A table near the front with a sign offered free tops to gallon ice cream containers.

Our waitress Bridget was fantastic, timely and quite friendly while wearing an aged Paramount Studios tshirt dirtied by spots of flour and worn jeans with large buttons on the front pockets.

Reasonably priced and worth the trip to the 'burbs.