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Fat Sal's doesn't amount
to much more than a storefront with a small glass case filled with
room temperature pizza. The flies sure seem to like it a lot, but
we humans manage to choke down a slice or two on occasion, too. I
tend to get the barbeque chicken pizza, which has to be like eight
billion calories and about three days' worth of fat, but is like an
entire meal squeezed into one slice of chicken-y goodness. The consensus
favorite around the office is the eggplant slice, of which I've also
partaken, but seems to give me ungodly winds. That eggplant is certainly
tasty, but our open work environment isn't really conducive to the
whole intestinal rumblings thing. Sal's is your prototypical greaseball
pizza joint, and as such is just the kind of place that deserves a
place in your heart (and carotid artery). [MF]
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