I love the slices at Pizza 33. It is conveniently located across the street from my apartment building, so when I get too drunk at the bar I can stop in on my way home and get a slice or two. Unfortunately, I have often drank far too much so shortly after I finishing eating it I spend the next 30 minutes throwing it up. This has happened on multiple occasions. Even still, I routinely eat Pizza 33, even when I’m sober.

If this isn’t a testament to the quality of the pizza, I don’t know what would be. Pizza 33, I could throw it up today and still eat it again tomorrow.