Leaning Tower — Restaurant in Town of Mount Morris

I debated really hard about giving this place 2 or 3 stars. I've heard some very mixed reviews when asking about the food at this place. We've previously had pizza from here during an event and did not care for it. It was very average and the sauce has a sour taste.

However, this was my first visit to the actual store There's an extreme lack of customer appreciation. No one seemed to even notice or care that we had walked in the door. We were not greeted by anyone whatsoever. While waiting for our food we watched three other people walking with no greetings as well. It's a very depressing atmosphere. There's very poor lighting and While no one was actually rude, the people working looked like they absolutely hated their life. Not even a smile from any one.

We ordered 2 subs, a calzone, and a 2 liter and were told it would take 10 to 15 minutes. After about 20 minutes we got our food and left. Upon getting home we realized that whoever packed the food put the calzone in the bag sideways in the box. All the contents of the calzone had leaked out. On top of that the calzone wasn't even warm and the onions inside weren't cooked at all. The cheese was barely melted. The soda was flat I chose to give three stars because the subs were actually very decent and worth ordering again, and the restaurant itself looked very clean. I'm unsure if I would go again but if I do it probably won't be for a long time. It sucks that this is the only pizza shop in the area unless you wanna...

Leaning Tower

The city moans beneath the weight, but there’s a cure for some kinda hate. Tanner’s Tower, leaning tall, a blazing haven that feeds us all.

“There’s some kinda love and there’s some kinda hate,” but in this pizzeria, the pies dictate a love so pure, a crust so bold, a molten heart in its fiery hold.

The sauce flows red, alive, supreme, a swirling river, a fevered dream. Mozzarella whispers, soft and low, melting slow like the candle’s glow.

“The maggots in the eye of love won’t copulate,” but here, the flavors dominate. Pepperoni stars in a garlic sky, each bite a reason, a reason why.

The staff, like poets, move the floor, with every word, they open the door. No rush, no doubt, just care so kind, a service that leaves the world behind.

“Some kinda love, some kinda hate,” but Tanner’s pizza rewrites fate. A slice to hold, a slice to share, a taste that lingers in the air.

So come, to the Leaning Tower’s glow, where the city’s rhythm begins to slow. “Better think it through, it might be too late,” but one bite in, and you’ll...

Leaning Tower

at the corner of a street where the city sweats and people meet, Tanner’s pies rise, stretching to the skies— a crust kissed by flame, a sauce that whispers your name.

“If you’re gonna scream, scream with me,” I hear it in the mozzarella’s plea, strings pulling my soul apart like a broken, hungry heart.

thin or thick, it doesn’t matter, the dough’s a ladder to heaven’s gate— a taste that makes you recalibrate fate. pepperoni dreams, a basil stream, garlic that lingers like whispered schemes.

“In the dark at night, would you let it out?” a slice answers every doubt, one bite, and you’re no longer alone— it’s love, in every crunching tone.

the staff wears smiles like saints in disguise, refilling your drink, meeting your eyes, “Need another pie? Take your time, no lie.”

Leaning Tower leans on you, and you lean back, a tango of taste and a table stacked.

so go, and bring your hunger there, Tanner’s pizzeria is beyond compare. “Oh, baby, when you cry, your face is momentary—” but here, every...