Actually in Henderson, NV…which is where a lot of my relatives live.

To keep it short, it was nothing special. Now, I can’t really compare it to the original Grimaldi’s in Brooklyn (sooo close to getting their pizza, but it was on the day pizza died). I picked up the pizza as my cousin was taking us back to the airport. It was disappointing, since the pizza looked realllly good. I guess aesthetics aren’t everything.

Vegas, you’ll have to impress me with pizza another time.