Little Caesars Pizza

Stopped in last minute. The pizza was fresh, hot and fast. The staff was great!!! Thank you!

I hadn't yet tried Little Cesar's in Airpark, but it's been on my list for a while.

I took some time to read the reviews and got so excited I immediately stopped my ship-in-a-bottle project, stood up, and announced to my family we'd be experiencing Little Cesar's tonight. You see, Airpark is a special place where encounters of any kind have a unique Airparkian vibe- similar to rastafarian but where the mental fog never lifts.

I could hardley wait to witness the derelict pizza kids seated on the pavement outside, absolutely transfixed, hypnotized and high on the tik-tok. I was looking forward to setting my gaze and wonderment upon such a spectacle.

I imagined the magical song of teenage laughter as soon as I opened the awkward restaurant entrance, immediately after pealing open the broken automatic door which used to open for me. God I love that door, it is the essence of my neighborhood; So much potential, but so much else to do today- like watch Maury Povich while I dream of the bliss of my next unemployment check which I'll spend over two weeks during multiple daily trips to Casey's for smokes and 32-ounce sodas. Life is so short, we're not here for a long time, we're here for a good time.

Anyway, before I actually head over, in my wondrous imagination, I step into the restaurant, I can hear the trouble in back, but see no pizza kids. I call out for help, but no one hears my cries. I keep shouting, begging, pleading. The sense of time passing ceases, my body grows weak, my voice turns to paper, then to powder and ash. Just when the light in my soul begins to dim, a heavenly body rises above the vast counter. Is it the sun, is this a new dawn? No it's a pizza kid whose been hiding under the counter, probably vlogging, yesss, yes, I read about this and it's why I'm here! This is Airpark, I AM AIRPARK! Energy returns to my body. The figure, with dodgy eyes and gum in its mouth, says, but doesn't truly ASK "Can I help you?" In Airpark these words are merely said, they're like the printed wood on Dollar-Store sticky tiles, just there to church up the place as a reminder that I CAN be a contributing member of society, not today, but tomorrow. Dang those tiles look so realistic.

My pizza is ready. But this is Little Ceasars, IN AIRPARK. Our lives and neighborhood are a physical manifestation of what can go wrong. Multiply a negative number by a negative number in Airpark and the answer is horrifically, like levels of magnitude more negative. Let's be honest, math isn't our thing, but Judge Mathis is a great show and that's good enough for us. We should be considered some of the very best Mathismaticians in the world. All rise in Airpark, court is in session.

Anyways, my actual trip to Little Ceasars was perfectly acceptable. The prior reviews were written by Airpark residents, so of course they were way off base. In the Air Force days, a trip to Little Ceasers would literally be off base, kinda cute to point out.

The owner was running the show when I picked up my food, he was training what I had to assume were a new batch of pizza kids- well behaved, friendly.

I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but seriously great job to this new pizza joint. I will definitely be back. Everything was fresh, presentable, and delicious!

But can we please fix the automatic door? Come on guys! And open the restaurant to make it accessible from the store. Put up a few tables so you get a better lunch crowd!