But they have pizza, albeit a bit sketchy.

I’m assuming this shit is garbage but I just want to be surprised and amazed by something like this.  What if the guy making pizza here is one of those fallen heroes of an underground northeast pizza scene, falling on hard times and forced to move back in with his grand mother in a shit-bum area of Richmond?  Pizza is just about the only thing that I am a total optimist with.

I came across this place while on a sunny, afternoon bike ride trying to find a hill that Andy said was “sikk” or something.  The only details that I didn’t get where about which direction I should go, and google maps took me through the shadiest area in Richmond that I’ve never seen before.  Barton Heights.  Is that the proper name?  I don’t know.  Either way, after two minutes of riding through the area I hear a woman’s voice yell “You in the wrong neighborhood!” from a passing car.  I guess they don’t like white boys in lycra spandex.

It’s fun to still keep finding new places in this city after living here for several years.

p.s. If you are looking for the not as sketchy directions to the “sikk hill”…

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