Pyro’s crust is thin, chewy and blistery, the pizzas are cooked in a honest-to-goodness wood-fired oven right inside the cart, the toppings are fresh and delicious, the people are nice. I don’t have to wait forever to get a seat. Heck, there aren’t any seats. There’s a scant wait of seven or so minutes for your pizza. Which happens to be just enough time to put in an order for a peanut butter chocolate chip fried pie across the way at Whiffies Fried Pies. Take your pizza and pie home and pop open a bottle of cava/beer/YooHoo and you might just have the perfect meal.
