This will be part 1 of a series of posts about pizza in the town where I go to college. In this one I am mad, but satiated.
Out of the 6 or so places where one can get pizza in Grinnell, none of them will let you order by the slice! What’s the dealio here, people? If you’re craving pizza at 9pm and you only have $3 on your person, there’s not much you can do; your only option is to go to the Spencer Grill, which is on the first floor of the space station-esque student center. The pizzas there are tiny, around 8 or 9 inches in diameter, and the wait is pretty long because they bake them on those conveyor belt-type ovens that you’d expect to see in a hilariously inept supervillain’s torture chamber.
I was craving vegetable pizza, but they ran out! The bastards! So my awkward acquaintance-but-not-really, who was working behind the counter, threw a bunch of green peppers and onions on top. ”This is going to be the most incredible pizza you’ve ever had,” he boasted. Was it? It wasn’t too greasy, wasn’t too skimpy on the cheese. The crust was chewy but brief. I think I’m a fan. The biggest drawbacks for me are the wait and the fact that it’s so small and poofy that you can’t really fold the slices. Say what you will about college dining services, but they definitely got something sorta-good going here.