Fellow Sojourner

Randy over at the Cultural Watercooler asked the question today - What’s your favorite restaurant? Wow! So many to choose from, so little time. I had a great time reading some of the other blogs who’ve already taken part in Watercooler Wednesday and then figured it was time for me to talk about my fav restaurant.

I guess I’ve always loved Italian food. Since pizza is one of my favorite food groups, any restaurant with the word pizza in it ranks right up there as my favorite restaurant. There’s Pizza Hut and then there’s the little known Pizza Shack. We found The Shack right around the corner from Roberts Wesleyan College in Rochester, New York. As a matter of fact, as a married couple with a one year old child, the Shack was the first place we found food when we arrived on campus. What a day, or should I say night, that was.

After being called into ministry I left radio and headed for Roberts Wesleyan College with my wife and our first born son. After a long day of travel, where the border guard didn’t want to let our furniture cross into the United States with us, our car that broke down, and just about everything else one might imagine happened, we found ourselves sitting on the floor of our little two bedroom apartment. It seems everyone of importance forgot we were moving in as Resident Advisors of Gamma building. It was way past dark, the moving truck was unloaded, our friends were heading back for Canada, and we found ourselves wondering what in the world had we just done. Alone with a crying baby hours away from home, in what was supposed to be our new home.

Hungry, tired, and surrounded by boxes we decided to look for something to eat. We didn’t even know our way around campus, let alone off campus. Since school was not in session yet, the campus seemed more like a ghost town than a college town. But, we headed out to find some food. Driving around a couple blocks we spotted a place called The Pizza Shack. It was a little place, but we figured, “pizza, what can they do to pizza that would make it bad.” We turned into the driveway, got out of the car, and walked into a little greasy spoon like restaurant.

It was only take out and since it was summer, it was unbearably hot inside. The counter was well worn, the fans were running, and little notes were posted all over the walls, and counter. We ordered our pizza, which arrived a short time later, and we headed for our apartment. By the time we got home the grease looked like it was already seeping through the bottom of the box. “What had we just done?” questions starting running through our minds again. But, we were hungry. Only God knew where the plates and other utensils were securely packed away in boxes, so we didn’t wait to find anything like that. We were hungry. We dug in, and it was great!

Yes, I do mean that. It was, and probably continues to be to this day, the best pizza we’ve ever had. Lots of cheese, just the right amount of pepperoni, thick crust, and yes, grease. Nothing like it! The sad thing is, we drove by there a few months ago and discovered The Shack is closed. What a bummer, now generations of college students at Roberts Wesleyan College will never experience what is probably the best pizza around.

This post is taking part in Randy’s Water Cooler Wednesday!

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A Fellow Sojourner,
Dr. Rus

Tags: Favorite Restaurant, Pizza, Pizza Shack, Watercooler Wednesday