Location
Sgt. Pepperoni is located between my office in the Gentry Building and my car in F Lot. I stopped in after a late night in the office, sometime in January. I'm going to be honest, the best part of the experience was looking at the hot girl behind the counter.
I spent the rest of the evening, eating the entire medium (quite large) pizza by myself. I went to sleep early, figuring I was slipping into a food coma...not realizing that I was ill. I woke up at midnight and spent the rest of the night throwing up periodically. I swore I would never return to Sgt. Pepperoni and came very close to swearing that I would never eat BBQ chicken pizza again. It's been a month and a half and I am finally ready to resume my quest for the perfect chicken pizza. But first I need to purge the awfulness that was Sgt. Pepperoni. (I should note that it was a stomach bug and not food poisoning, but I'm still pissed that I spent money on this pizza so I'm going to put this note in parentheses rather than giving it the full weight of its own sentence).
The Pizza
Well, not much to say. There was a cheese pizza with some chicken on top. It looked like very generic small town pizza.
The Chicken
Chunks. Flavorless, chewy chunks.
The Sauce and the Taste
Not much sauce, virtually no taste.
Overall
Am I biased by the fact that this pizza was purged from my system in the most unpleasant way possible? Yes. I don't give a flying fuck. This pizza sucked. I am never going back.
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