After six years of being subjugated to the “greek-style” pizza they seem to serve exclusively in pizzerias in Connecticut, I finally escaped to “Brooklyn-style” (Also known as the good lord’s true and only way) haven Pennsylvania.  Weeks later, thinking I had left those gastronomic abominations behind me, I go on vacation in Myrtle Beach and inadvertently choose the only Greek pizzeria on all of the Grand Strand for our Pizza night.

It does look good though, doesn’t it?

Blah.

Half Sausage