When Ben decided to take a break from a pizzeria and rented Little Italy of Gainesville to a new outfit, the entire town was sad.
The new place, slice, is better fitted to Alpharetta or a trendier area, and so are their prices.
The waitress seemed more concerned with which button was the right one in their improperly set up system than waiting for me to go through the toppings I wanted. She missed the last one.
It was good. But there was sooo much garlic. Soo much. And the cheeses were in pockets of the pocket. Mozzarella over here, parm over here, ricotta over here.
It was huge, which counts when it’s not cheap.
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