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Subiaco, AR. it's literally just a Hunt Brothers Pizza rofl, but I'll treat it with ridiculous gravity, acting like a monk practicing and preserving an ancient art as I unwrap frozen cheese pizzas, solemnly place the toppings, and send it through the conveyor oven
oh heck, I'll tell the rest of the story, I went to the boarding school run by the abbey there, and a single gas station by the road that led up to the abbey was the only business the students were allowed to travel to unsupervised. it had a HBP, and eating there became a ritual, the solemn 10 minute walk down the road, waiting another 10 minutes for the meat lover's pizza to cook (often but not always with banana peppers, depending on who came with), it's served with a squirt bottle of ranch whose consistency suggests it was watered down to flow through the bottle easier, the ranch pools in the dips in the cheese, two or three of us languidly eating so much pizza our stomachs ache gently as we trudge the now 15 minute walk back up the road (it's slightly uphill that way, and also we carry much more mass in our stomachs) for a few rounds of Smash Brawl in someone's dorm room
genuinely tho I've had a HBP recently, it holds up. exactly how I remember it, and while it's more than I'd like to pay for a pizza it's probably priced about right for how good and readily available it is.
might be a gregg's pizza scale situation tho
Hershey, the census-designated place in rural Pennsylvania.
To be clear, there's no chocolate on the pizza and honestly I'm confused why people keep asking that.