Life's a Slice — Restaurant in Clearview

I live local to this restaurant, and I really wish they’re pizza was good. I really do. And I order still even though it’s not. The service is old school, no website or online order which is very uncommon in this day n age. Last time I got the pizza it was under cooked and didn’t have the little plastic thing so all the cheese was on the lid. I never called and complained even though this was the 3rd time I ordered the same pizza from there and still got terrible quality pizza. I’ve offered them advice but they seem to think they know what they’re doing. I always try and support local, but now seeing there is new owners and a Tesla parked there consistently I’m sure they are fine without my money. I will spend it somewhere where they care. There was a time I was spending 500-800 a month here on buying pizza for my employees. From now on I will just stick to domino’s in angus or pizza dees in Wasaga. Waste of money and time. Shut it down a open a connivence...

ordered 2 large pepperoni pizzas for delivery, we were told it would be roughly 40-50 minutes. after an hour and 10 minutes go by I called and asked a rough ETA, we were told the delivery man left 15 minutes ago and should be there any minute (we live about 10 minutes away). 25 minutes go by and still no delivery guy so that is almost 40 minutes for someone to delivery a pizza that is 10 minutes away. i called back after the 25 minutes because it was almost 8:30pm by this time and was told they are busy .. so we cancelled the order because she couldn’t give me an ETA, and didn’t offer any assistance. I understand it was a saturday night but in the future at least tell the customer you are busy and it might be longer than your usual times. super disappointed and will...

If at any point in your life you have the opportunity to eat here, do it. I'm fully convinced this will be the first location in history visited when time travel is invented.

I can see it now... A flash of lightening blue energy expands into a sphere before exploding out in a sparking burst of plasma silhouetting a single human form. The person strides confidently through the squeaky front door, trailing streamers of liquid nitrogen. The staff freeze, a young woman screams from somewhere in the back.

Wes, the owner of this renown establishment doesn't hesitate or stutter, he's done this a hundred-thousand times before. He takes a deep breath, smiles and says "What can I get 'ya?"

"One meatball sub with olives and extra...