She urged me to try the brie tart:
|There it is.|
|enter the brie cave|
When I told one of my roommates I'd be ordering pizza and asked if he'd like to go in with me, I asked if he had any preferences for what kind of pizza to get. He said, "Oh, the ."
Fucking hell no. I told him I'd just make the decisions then, and I ordered this guy:
Oh yeah. Lactaid downed, I bit in.
|yes yes yes|
You don't have to get delivery or do a take out order though; it's very nice inside and pretty darn large too. At least in the evenings, it's dimly lit and uncrowded. When I went in there was a nicely dressed, upper-middle-aged white couple dining on pizza and wine. How cute.
Then some hipster-ish guy walked in and said, "Hey, can I, like, just have like a slice of pizza? And some tea? (Tea is, by the way, not listed on the menu.) And do you guys have soup?"
He got a "Sure, okay, no, sorry," from the guy working there. I was hoping he would've added something catty, like, "Sure thing, and would you care for some egg rolls? A Jamba Juice?"
I mean I'll play around with menus and combinations of stuff, and in fact I advocate doing so, but come on dude.
Anyhow, this place is rockin'. And you get the little thing they're doing with their name, right?