Off the bat this pie had a worse start than the 2016 Cleveland browns offensive line. No beating around the bush the cheese was a problem. A bad problem. A “if train A leaves the station at 3pm what is the derivative of an orange” level of bad problem. More suffocating than questions about your personal life from relatives at thanksgiving I felt like I was being interrogated by the US army and let me tell you I would’ve sang like a canary. The sauce was a redeeming factor, it was a sweet and beckoning invitation that will ultimately let you down harder than the series finally of thrones. Throw in more flop than the Brazilian national team at the World Cup and a crust blackened beyond salvation it’s no wonder we didn’t crack 5 here.
