Pizza Bill's; Plymouth, Indiana

Today will mark the first time in about a month that Kody and I have been able to go out and get a pizza. Lately, I've been getting a little tired of the same old, same old; but I decided that today would be okay to get ourselves a slice.

Pizza Bill's was suggested to us by a friend that works with Kody at the shoe store. She told us that it was both inexpensive and tasty. We were happy to olige going to try it because Kody has been wanting pizza for a while now. When we pulled into the parking space and cut the engine, the place didn't seem too far out of our league. It's a little hole-in-the-wall place that sits next to an ancient sporting goods store called "Yoder's" and a mexicano resturant. Not put off by the look of the place, then, we walked inside, accompanied by Kody's cousin, Jo.

Now, generally, when I walk into a place to eat, I'm immediately greeted, smiled at, asked how I am, seated, given a menu, asked what I want to drink, etc. Walking into Pizza Bill's, then, was a surprise for us all because not only were we not greeted, it didn't look as if anyone worked there at all. There was a guy playing Pacman on one of those decrepit video game quarter machines right inside the door and a few older men gabbing in the corner of a nearby booth, but the place was otherwise deserted. So, we took it upon ourselves to find a suitable place to sit, back away from the door where the bitingly cold air wouldn't get us.

Kody looked around for a bit before being told by the gabby patrons in the corner of the booth told us, rather rudely, where the menus were. Kody smiled at them but decided to be polite and wait for an employee to give him one. About that time, an employee decided to make his way behind the counter: the guy who was playing the Pacman game when we walked in. I couldn't help but laugh. It was amusing to me that instead of greeting customers the way he should have been, based on anyone's opinion with a brain, he was playing a video game and didn't even acknowledge us when we walked in. He acted so little like an employee that I actually believed he wasn't at first walk-in.

After the "employee" handed him a menu, Kody made his way back to the table and sat with me to make a decision on what to eat. Now, I want you to know that this place wasn't exactly "uppity," but it also wasn't falling apart. It was a pretty nice hole-in-the-wall, but it was just that: a hole-in-the-wall. I wouldn't have expected the prices to be overly ridiculous. However, when we opened the menu to look around, we were taken by total surprise. The prices were outrageous! A twelve-inch sub sandwich with nothing but ham and cheese on it was around $10. We were almost scared to look at the pizza, but decided to have a gander anyway. An eight-inch pizza, which is about the side of a personal pan pizza at Pizza Hut (perhaps a tad bigger) was $9.35. We almost choked; but we decided to try one anyway. We'd driven all the way here, we might as well get food. So, Kody went up to the counter and ordered an eight-inch, deluxe, $9.35 pizza. Its ingredients included: pepperoni, sausage, onion, green pepper, mushroom, and cheese.

After ordering the pizza, we attempted to order a drink, but were told that drinks were sold at a separate place in the restaurant. So, we trudged our way over to the "next window" and ordered a small Dr. Pepper and were horrified to find out that something the size of a child's drink in a normal restaurant cost $1.25. By this time, we were telling ourselves that this pizza had better be amazing.

We sat at our booth, getting death glares from the three other patrons of the restaurant because we were complaining, quietly mind you, about the prices in this place. After waiting for felt like hours, but was truly only around fifteen minutes, our pizza came out of the oven and was given to us. We opted not to stay at the place to eat, because we had our boxer, Peyton, in the car waiting for us. So, we climbed into our car to head back home with our tiny pizza in hopes that it would be worth what we paid.

I opened the box, took a miniscule slice, and took a bite.

It.
Was.
Horrible.

All of the toppings slid off my few pieces immediately whenever I tried to pick them up. The crust was soggy and none of the toppings tasted fresh or good.

When we returned home, we decided to get something else to eat in order to fill ourselves after outr joke of a lunch. We decided that the cardboard box the pizza had come in would probably have tasted better than the pizza.

Needless to say, we will not be returning to Pizza Bill's anytime in this life.

"The Slice" rating: 1.5 out of 5 stars. Because even after all of that, the food was completely cooked and warm.

Welcome to "The Slice"

Hello and welcome to "The Slice." "The Slice" is a journalistic recording of the endeavors of two pizza connoisseurs, Kody and Jade, as they make their way through pizza shops in the state of Indiana. "The Slice" focuses on the quality of the pizza experience based on the price, customer service, location, and overall taste at the places visited.

My name is Jade. I am a twenty-two-year-old college student from Indiana and my boyfriend, Kody, is a twenty-year-old retail worker. We both love Italian food, especially pasta and pizza. We always joke that we virtually live on variations of both of those foods. We've been to a lot of pizza places around the area of Northern Indiana, but nothing has yet compared to the little pizzeria that got us hooked here in our hometown. It is called Mama's pizza (located in Rochester, Indiana). It is run by a select few workers and their owner. Every pizza and sub is made straight from scratch and baked with TLC.

Our goal in starting this blog and traveling from pizzeria to pizzeria is to find a pizza that tops Mama's. We've yet to do it, but we've had a lot of fun experiences while trying. Here, we will record all of them for you to read about and hopefully give you an idea of where you'd like to eat if you ever travel to the quaint little state of Indiana.

Enjoy each slice!