Escape From New York Pizza, The Club
— By Zach Perkins |
After the security guards graciously informed me that “Sir, you're standing in the middle of the street,” they went on to tell me that this was in fact an open and operating Escape From New York Pizza during the day.
Seriously? Just how fucking big is it in there?? As crackin as the scene may have been, I didn't pay the cover to find out.
And so I invite you, dear readers, to caption this photo. Here are a few to start you off.

b.) Cover costs more than a slice.
c.) Greasiest stripper poles on the West Coast.
d.) (…fill in the blank with your comment…)
a.) Two topping minimum.
b.) Cover costs more than a slice.
c.) Greasiest stripper poles on the West Coast.
d.) (…fill in the blank with your comment…)