Pizzaville of Nashville

The location of this "pizza place" is actually a gas station right next to a brothel hotel, which is haplessly run by a baffled gentlemen who considers lifeless dough, and corn syrup ladened sauce to be the hallmark fo a good pizza. I wouldn't waste my time even driving by such a disgusting unclean rat hole. The entire store smells like raw sewage or rotting cheese mixed with raw sewage, take your pick.

In addition to a beverage selection that is primarily malt liquor, you can find yourself gazing upon myriads of sugar beverages, such as, orange drink, grape drink... Those two beverage options are certain to fuel lively debate in the neighborhood, especially regarding African American business owners disenfranchising their own race by selling them products that will ultimately kill them.

Dialysis anyone?

The staff at this gas station is as well a crisp example of mouth breather's that astutely respond to any comments with a confident "Wha?", or "huh?", Such retail skills, could only be rivaled by a person with sever down syndrome. Considering they are the same people that handle money then refuse to wash their hands before assembling pizzas is an excellent indicator for a quality dining experience.