
I went to Bent Willey's.
Well, I didn't GO into Bent Willey's.
I went to Bent Willey's for pizza only.
Does anybody in their right mind do this? I was actually out at Gibbie's this night and as soon as I had just the appropriate amount of alcohol in my system, I decided I was willing to brave the ... place and get a slice.
I'm totally lying - I had enough cranberry and vodkas to not care at all. I just wanted pizza.
Nick and I had actually been joking about this for some time. I mentioned it's on my list of places to go, and he has no shame in being a fan, so we decided this would happen at some point. It happened. Let me try to piece it together.

"How many pizzas do you have!"
"Two."
"Just two?"
"We go through so many, we keep the variety to a minimum."
"How many!"
"Like 50 to 70 a night. And we're only open from 11 to 2."
My notes from the night read as follows: "11-2. 50-70." So, I'm working with some limited information.
I do remember they are cash only. A slice is $2. I got four slices - two for me and two for Nick. The inside isn't huge, as you can see, so we went outside and sat at a dark, empty Vintage bar and devoured the cheesey slices.
I'll spare you my waxing poetic about the culinary creations, but I was pleased. Glad to have something in my belly that was quick, hot out of the oven and cheap. It's really a good idea, actually, to make something like this available to college kids who need to sober up after a night of drinking. Plus, I mean, it's not a bad pizza, actually.

Grade: C
