Tony's Pizzeria

I ordered from Tony's a couple weeks back and enjoyed the pizza, however was not impressed with the onion rings. The pizza was perfect, right amount of cheese, sausage and sauce, perfectly thin and chewy crust. The onion rings though were a bit over done though too brown and a little hard. I will however give them another chance because the pizza was delicious.

Edit: Sorry, I wrote this review when I was drunk and figured it would be funny. I still think that the contents of the review are humorous so I'll leave that in, but I've updated the star rating to better reflect what I've heard of this place. It is with an air of profound disappointment that I take quill in hand to recount the harrowing ordeal that was my visit to this wretched purveyor of indigestible sustenance. The establishment in question, if one can truly bestow such a lofty title upon it, dares to bear the name of "Papa Tony's Pizzeria." Alas, the horrors that awaited me within those humble walls exceeded even the most dread-ridden nightmares of my fevered imaginings. Let it be known, however, that my disparagement does not arise from the paltry offerings of the menu, nor the lackluster culinary skills of the wretched chef. No, the true source of my discontent lies hidden within the very fabric of this despicable establishment, concealed behind a facade of mundane dough and insipid sauce. From the moment I crossed the threshold, a dark pall descended upon the room, an omnipresent gloom that seemed to seep from the walls themselves. The glances of the staff, devoid of warmth or semblance of humanity, belied a malevolence that chilled my marrow. Yet, the true horror was yet to come. The first morsel of their so-called pizza, if one could label it as such without inviting the wrath of culinary sensibilities, graced my palate with all the subtlety of a Lovecraftian nightmare. The dough, akin to chewed sinew, clung to my tongue in a grotesque display of gelatinous resistance. The sauce, a concoction of abomination, possessed an acrid tang that set my senses aflame. But no, dear reader, let not these petty grievances cloud the true essence of my disapproval. My evaluation extends far beyond the culinary realm, into the realm of the insidious personal affront. Rest assured, it is my unwavering impartiality that compels me to deliver this damning critique, and not any personal vendetta borne of a love spurned. In conclusion, I implore the discerning reader to heed my solemn warning and avert their gaze from the unspeakable horrors that lurk within the unhallowed confines of Papa Tony's Pizzeria. This dismal purveyor of edible malevolence shall forever be etched in my mind as a place where heartache and anguish intertwine with flavors as bland and lifeless as the soul of its proprietor. May the gods of pizza forgive me for the anguish my taste buds have endured in this lamentable episode.