text: their pizza is pretty good. i liked the crust and there was just enough oil to give it that extra flavor a lot of places forget to put in. when i got there i was the only one in the restaurant and the owner and two other people were conducting business or doing something. i felt like i was interrupting their meeting because it felt like they kept looking over at me. while i was eating. he did ask me once how i was doing while he was still sitting down in his meeting and i said good. the waiter asked me if i needed water and how everything was throughout my meal, but i still felt like i was interrupting their meeting. it was like that scene from a gangster movie (i cant remember which one, goodfellas?) when the gangsters killed a guy in the bar and then a cop walks by. they drag the body into the back and the cop comes in to the bar.