The Pizza Nazi

We have world class Italian food.

Problem...I think everyone in town, except for a couple of recluses, has been thrown out of Papa Rico's restaurant.

A couple of years ago, Yella and I went into his first place. It was small and hot. I asked the waitress for a chicken dish. She said, "we don't have it." I said ok and order a salad. At that point, Rico comes out of the kitchen and says, "Get the F$#@! out of my place...no salad!"

Well...he is Italian, and from the Bronx, and I guess that's the way they do things there.

He is famous for throwing people out if he doesn't have what they want...or any other reason. Got figure?

Well, as it turns out, he has a little drinking problem which generates his infamous attitude.

Problem...his food is so good that everyone braves a trip back to eat. This, of course, exposes you to the possibility of being thrown out. It is worth it.

He is on his 3rd location. The first two places were a little pricey but so good no one really minded.

His pizza is world class. The sauce is magical. The crust perfect. And more garlic than you ever want to eat.

But his best stuff, from my perspective, is his Italian sausage which is absolutely the best I've eaten. It is made fresh daily from an entire pork shoulder roast...lean and spicy.

But possibly even better is the lasagna. It is actually LIGHT. I don't know how he does it! Delicious!

Rico is now on his 3rd location and I think he has got it right.

It is a small, maybe 12 x 15 foot place with 2 tiny tables, so most of his business is take out. He lowered his prices, so much so that much of his business is Panamanian. They don't spend much money on restaurants so it has to be cheap.

And it is.

$1 a slice for pizza. Most people eat one slice, I eat 2. They are large slices. Two slices of pizza and a soda is $2.75. The best food for under $3...hard to beat.

By the way, he only has Coca Cola...that's it...don't ask for something else...you know what happens.

A whole pizza starts at $8, 2 toppings at $10. These at 17 inch pizzas.

Saturday is lasagna day. Wednesday is spaghetti day.

The best part is that Rico has quit drinking. No more getting thrown out.

Amazing how that works...such a simple solution.