All right Frankie...where are we? Pizza Palace, Myrtle Creek, OR...little podunk town off I-5 in southern Oregon. Went for a classic large pepperoni, black olive, red onion, green pepper... looked pretty good... then I had to open my big mouth and insert pizza...overwhelmed by way too much pepperoni...if there was any sauce no way could I taste it. But hey who complains about too much pepperoni? Douche bag El Presidente to start...crust had no New York flop but had no defined taste which makes me wonder if they make own pizza dough. In addition, that grainy shit they use to keep pizza from sticking in oven? Way too much...don’t want to be eating a bunch of grainy stuff. Run down family joint...kind place it love. The pizza was a 4.9 but I had to add an extra half point for the sweet young girl that helped me. That’s a review....
