as we got past the main streets and onto the lesser traveled roads, there was a calm about the pace that was indescribable, almost a no chain spinning that is rare when facing head winds. my body was feeling bonkish as we got to pizza rustica, nothing that a coca-cola and a slice couldn't fix..

the restaurant itself is pretty quaint, reminded me of a diner once passed in a ghost town of a memory. first thing you see is a bar with pizza spread out like a train tunnel, with all kinds of pizza. i settled for a caprese with basil and buffalo mozzarella on a whole wheat crust... it was delicious and immediately i thought about my wife and how much she might like it.. turned out to be the opposite.

the guys ordered a sausage pizza and a chicken pizza, also good!


this is only the 2nd of what i hope becomes a every thursday evening event, but already it has been awesome. not sure where we are going next thursday but we'll let you know!
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