We started off with these dough balls. I forget the name of them. It was something in Italian. Don’t judge me. They were covered in garlic, butter, and had a taste of what could only be described as sugar. I am so glad we got this instead of garlic bread. There were six of them and after two I was already getting full. I had to save room for dinner.
Oh, the pizza! It was thick. I kept calling it cake. I got pepperoni with chunks of tomato and Camille got the…uh…I forget. It didn’t have meat so I didn’t eat it. It was really good and after a slice and a half I tapped out. The two glasses of pink lemonade didn’t help. I got the small while Camille got the individual. My pizza was slightly larger and thankfully I didn’t get the medium or else I wouldn’t be here to tell this tale.
If you haven’t been to Numero Uno in a long ass time like me, I say give it a try. So good!
2 comments:
Sometimes I get really mad after reading this blog that I don't have access to the same restaurant chains that you do. I'm really glad I'm not hungry right now.
I am mad that it took me so long to get here. It was really one of the best pizzas I've ever had. Great service and staff too.
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