It was the end of the much needed three day school week. Having a few hours before I had to clock in at work I decided to see if L.J.’s (Pizza Patio) still had the same vibes and aura that was associated with it for the near 40 years it was in business. For L.J.’s like so many small “mom and pop” business hit hard times during the recession the last few years and had to close it its doors. Clay (owner) growing tired of frequent demands to reopen did just that. However, would going from a 100 seat dine-in live band atmosphere to a 12 seat patio four member staff effect their quality of food and service?
It was minutes after 11:00 am as I walked up to the front gate. Seeing a few people take their seats ahead of me, I decided to do the same. Being more of a recluse I took a seat at the table far removed from the small crowd that had now gathered. In a matter of mere seconds the server came towards me with menu and silverware in hand. “Just take out today.” I uttered to the man. He replied with the polite “Come this way Sir.” And I did just that into the kitchen we went; now the kitchen is a house transformed into a kitchen, pizza stove, shelves full of supplies, a counter, and a small bench. Pretty much knowing what I want. I ordered two large pizzas’ (one pineapple pepperoni the other mushroom and olive.) “Be about 10 minutes, do you want something to drink?” the server asked “No I’m fine” Was my quick reply.
A few short minutes passed and I could already smell the pineapple being cooked. Great this will be quick. I rise to my feet to see the great delight of the knife cutting through the pizza, and the crunch it makes as it does so. Yes! Thin crust, I receive their art work and pay my bill, and in such haste to try it myself, I start eating in the parking lot. The sight was barbaric, but the pizza a piece of heaven.