When I was 14 one summer, I went to the local 7-11 with about 10 neighborhood kids to do the usual: video games, nachos...you know. The local owner, Moe, was a bit of a doof. We would mess with him as kids do and he would shake his fist at us. Once he asked us to go next door to Pizza D'Oro to get him some lunch. He said, ""tell the guy 'Moe wants a pizza'"". We went next door, said ""Moe wants a pizza"", and in 5 minutes we got a box. Instead of going back to Moe, we just ran home with the pizza in hand. At home, we opened the box and were blown away at the size of the giant slice. We fought over cuting it up and we all basically got one bite. But that's all it took. It was like a junkie's first heroin experience. We went straight back there and have been going ever since. I'm 30 now and feel sad thinking about how Moe starved that day back in 1991.
Pros: Calzone for six, Itallian beer on tap, bring your own wine.
Cons: Sometimes understaffed, but life's too short to care if you need a refill this very second.