Recurring Prizzo Skeezy characters Hunter, The Photographer, and I ate dinner at The Pizza Joint in downtown Augusta. We briefly considered getting our grub on at the Mellow Mushroom down the street, but concluded there was no point in driving hella far OTP just to eat at a chain with 1.2 billion cookie cutter locations in the ATL.

After sitting on our asses and being ignored, we concluded that no service is provided outside on the patio. Soon after going inside and sitting down, a waitress was taking our drink orders. Lesson learned: go inside for service.

the food

Our second mistake, after sitting outside and expecting service, was to order the bruschetta. The alleged brushcetta sucked harder than an Oreck XL21. Apparently, the cooks are not aware that heat needs to be applied to the bruschetta at some point during the preparation procedure.

After spiritedly discussing toppings for an hour and a half, we ordered a pie. In contrast to the bootleg bruschetta, the pizza was surprisingly delicious. Despite the lack of service outside and non-toasted bruschetta, The Pizza Joint is recommended.

the booze

The Pizza Joint had a wide selection of beers available, especially for Augusta. Because I crave India Pale Ales (IPA) like Paris Hilton craves attention, I ordered a Samuel Smith’s IPA. As my vast IPA experience is limited to American style IPAs, I was excited to try an IPA from the old country. Samuel Smith’s IPA was mighty tasty, although not quite as hopped up as its American counterparts. I liked it so much that I ordered another. Samuel Smith’s India Pale Ale is highly recommended.

ambiance

The ambiance was generic pizza parlor. More burberry would kick it up a notch. Or maybe scantily clad women dancing in cages.