james s.

Julianos Pizza

The best pizza places are dirty, dark and dingy. Upon entering, you feel as though you've left the outside world and walked into a dumpster. A bare concrete floor stretches the length of the dimly lit space. Tables are non-existent, instead, rows of high-rise perches offer a flat space painted drastically to lay your crust on. The company is like you; strange, an off-the-wall crowd whose only vices exist between themselves. My legs dangle freely as I wait for the rustling wax paper to be brought out and set before me. The only barrier between myself and the kitchen is a wall of checkerboard slats that run the length of the stainless steel command post sitting behind it. The walls are sponged with strange colors, some orange, some yellow, some blue... Green aquifers cone up around the corners, and pink leads the way to the bathroom. I wait in Juliano's for my slice of pepperoni and... A Root Beer. An ice-cold, refreshing Root Beer to save me from the heat...of the city. Streets I've been a' walkin'; all day long and the coffee house on the corner wasn't going to suppress the appetite that had been growing inside. And Julinai's is the place to quench that thirst!