The last time I’d gone to Serious Pizza, in before times, I recall there was a birthday party spread across the dining room. Two huge silver helium balloons, “1” and “2,” bobbed at the head of the table. There were light pink accents spread around. Any question of whether the balloons had shifted out of order was clarified by a table full of pony-tailed girls. All of this could not have contrasted more with the fast, hard and loud heavy metal music blaring overhead, bent on decimating your ears and thoughts with its fury.
I loved it. In fact, that was one of the reasons I’d taken my own kids there.