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Pizza Snob

It's a good thing you don't have to tip at Pizza Snob (by TCU). It only seems fair to pay for the amazing gourmet ingredients you pick and watch coalesce into a delicious pizza. 


I say this because the service was unorganized, and employees frazzled. I guess that's why they seemed snob...ish.

Maybe they had a bad night.

However, it's a foodie's dream. You get to drool over ingredients like rosemary goat cheese mozzarella, smoked provolone, candied jalapeños, roasted baby portabella mushrooms and buttermilk sauce.

As you move through the line you pick your aforementioned ingredients but are only allowed up to four. Every pie goes for $7.99, and salads start at $2.99 for the tiny one, $5.99 for personal size, and a shared table salad is $8.99. We tried the kale salad, which came pre-dressed. It was pretty good, but a little
sweet for my taste. The ingredients were fresh and tasty even if it wasn't savory. 

You know how I feel about atmosphere—as you can see by the pictures it is warmly lit, friendly and well designed. I really liked the feel of the place. The only problem was my friend couldn't hear my small voice over the loud room. 

Overall, I would recommend this place. It is a new way to do pizza, but not the fast-food-feel I expected from my experience at Pie Five. They had the doors and windows open, which brought us outside on a beautiful night. 

And don't forget to order one of the two delicious craft beers they have on tap—Revolver's Blood and Honey and Rahr & Son's Blonde!!

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