Holy flop Batman! As you can tell from the photo, I had to angle the slice upwards in order to keep the cheese from sliding off. And oh boy, that cheese was trying hard. Have you ever been so drunk that when you fall over you and desperately held on to the blades of grass to keep yourself from falling off the face of the earth? That cheese is you and the pizza is the grass. With every bite, the grease gushes our into your mouth. The sauce is salty and doesn’t have any tang....one bite, everybody knows the rules.5.2
