My husband DID give us fair warning that the pizzeria had epic long waits. He had waited 3 hours for pizza before. Three hours--really?! Who waits that long for a pizza?? My curiosity was definitely peaked. Luckily, we arrived just as the shop opened, and we were promised only 1 1/2 hours of waiting.
I was an optimist then. We decided to play tourist and take a stroll around lovely Phoenix...
When we finally sat down at our teeny-tiny table, we ordered every appetizer in sight! We were famished.
And the verdict on the much-anticipated pizza: It stunk. What kind of pizza doesn't have any sauce?! Not sure what was worse: The lack of sauce or the totally-foul-purple-salty-olives. I forced myself through one piece while Little Man was crying, "New pizza! New pizza!" I guess I'm not a foodie. This new age pizza was NOT for me.
The big question is: What did my husband think about the pizza?? Well, let's just say that even the pizza he had ordered for himself ended up in the trash. We rushed out of there as quickly as possible!