When I said I’m not the biggest fan of pizza a few years ago, it garnered some surprising blowback from many readers, often personally said to my face; when I was on a date with one woman, for example, she even brought it up mockingly.
Regardless, while I have very much liked some of the slice-houses I’ve visited over the past few years around town, there’s been one deep, dark secret I’ve kept a long time and, well, I guess this is the place to finally admit it to people: my favorite pizza place in Oklahoma City is Pizza House.
Sure, I haven’t ordered from there for quite a while, but, as the city turned into a barren landscape of ice-cold fury last weekend, I decided this was as good a time as any to walk over there have dinner, hopefully without being hit by a sliding truck while crossing the street.