"While driving by car, I discovered ROYAL PIZZA from the corner of my eye - it was hard to miss. What really attracted me was the epilepsy induced Strobe LEDs hanging in the window lighting of the “Wacky Wednesday” advertising that is judged by the name happens every Wednesday and is really crisp. In the parking lot in the lot and surveying the shops next to ROYAL PIZZA I found that half of the plaza was a liqueur, and on the left was a dance school and a martial art Dojo, so I was obviously in a place of art, culture and high-class people. The disproportionate amount of old women who struggle to push their walkers into their car confirmed my belief as my father always told me the older you are, the more you know about class and higher culture. Let me just say now that the interior of the store exceeded my expectations. Not only did I go to a pizza shop, I went to a restaurant that can only be called the top of Italian cuisine. The newspaper stack on my right side greeted me with the last weeks news, and the bush of the 4 beverage refrigerators gave me a feeling of home. In order to speak on the refrigerators, they were all of a different size and make sure that they were passed on peas from previous generations by ROYAL PIZZA. The one who immediately caught my eye was the Coca-Cola fridge, the soda in the upper and lower, and in the middle a shelf dedicated only a shaker of Parmigiana cheese, which I do not doubt it is made at home, and a single bottle of vanilla coffee cream. At first I was confused about the store bought coffee creamer among these other amazing products, but as I clicked to the left on the display of coffee pots and sugar cans the puzzle together. To tell me that was both a pizza shop for the extravagant rich and a coffee shop is what many would think as blasphemy. Trust me that I didn't believe it until it filled my iris. The ceiling fans go at different speeds, the view of the television blocked by an energy-drink refrigerator, the countless menus hanging over the wall and counter. This is easily one of the most connected places I have seen as the similarities of GREAT WALL CHINESE or even the Flying Pig Cafe. When I put my coke on the table, I watched a middle-aged old man who complained about his work-kneeling and bowed to his own peace. The level of care and attention to detail he has applied in his craftsmanship is in contrast to everything I have ever seen and appeared as a master in his craft. When he called the boy in the back “People at the counter” in a grilled tone, I got a little fear that I was not welcome. Maybe. I wasn't in the vast wealth as most of their customers. But when the traitor came out of the tricky swinging Slaoon-style doors (Göttin), which separated the general public from true pizza perfection, my fear faded as the smile on his face gave me a warm feeling. The coke was 1,50, a reasonable price. When I sat in this pizza shop today, I wondered if I could ever go back to an average culinary experience. 10 stars if I could recommend id to anyone"
