Pizza. I love pizza. Pizza reminds me of the great times I've had. Pizza is awesome. And one place that brings back great love, memories and awesomeness is PaPa Keno's Pizzeria.
We were back in my college town of Lawrence, Kansas (Home of the 2008 NCAA Basketball Champions and 2008 Orange Bowl Champions) ((Go Hawks!)) for a short period of time to visit Mr and Mrs Goat whom had just moved back to L town the day before.
What better place to have lunch in Larryville then Keno's? They serve made to order pizza by the slice, which by the way I suspect can feed one African family easily and have trays as plates, because what better plate than something that you can use in a fight and you can really hurt someone with it?
Service was as much as you'll expect in a college town but pizza was still pipping hot, fresh, and Italian American goodness. I ordered the works and a coke and yes, it is still as good as I recall.
By the way, on the topic of pizza smells, why does every Sbarro I walk by always end up smelling like a toilet?
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