Upon a white moon
kneaded with water and flour,
put on a little kiss of tomatoes
red as the mouth of Vesuvio;
shed on a grain of oil
shining gold from the sun’s land;
give it the smell of basil
fresh and charmed as is the breeze in May.
This mixture of flavour and fantasy
bake it at the sparkles of the wood
and it becomes a poem.
"Been going here for 30 years. I love everything about the place and the pizza is excellent! I'll pass on all the cookie-cutter chains for this place. Keep it local!"
Honus W. on Yelp