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Pie Five doesn't get a high five from me

I have a small voice, and it embarrasses me when I have to yell to place my order. Not only did I have to scream my order at the loud McPizza joint, but the rude staff at Pie Five on West 7th actually told me to order faster.

"You can order your toppings faster you know," said the man behind the counter who almost received a black eye from moi.

"I bet I can, but I'm figuring out my toppings as I look through your pretty glass case ... you really need to be nicer," I said. I was ticked.

As I waited for my pizza to go through the conveyer belt oven, I noticed the place was louder than loud,  really hot and flies peppered the tables. I had to dine in because I was short on time, but wasn't excited about it.

I tried this place a few weeks ago and the staff was a bit nicer but not patient. There were so many options before you even get to the toppings: the crust thickness, garlic sauce, alfredo sauce or marinara sauce. I needed help figuring out what tasted good with what.

I asked the staff if they normally put garlic butter sauce with alfredo sauce. He told me to do whatever I want and rushed me through (side note: both times nobody was in line behind me).  My order was mushy, too rich and clearly lacked guidance.

I stayed traditional with my second attempt. It was OK. I liked the dough.

Domino's is cheaper, hotter and easier. I think I'll stick with them ... unless I need a pie ASAP.

A tent was set out in front of the pizza place the night before it's grand opening. The first 50 people inside received a free pie. 

The line wrapped around the building. This is moments before the opening of Pie Five. 

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