The Little Pizza Joint That Could
The parking lot of Carpenetti’s Pizzeria in Moody is packed! Cars are squeezed into any opening their
drivers can find – around the back of the building, in the grass, in the dead zone between the restaurant and the Chevron station next door. Inside, hungry diners jockey for attention from the hostess for one of only about a dozen tables as a steady stream of people queue in line for what seems like an endless run of take-out pies. The phone rings off the hook, the small staff constantly runs back and forth from the kitchen to the house, and pizzas fly in and out of the brick oven at a quicker pace than the ending sketch of an episode of the Benny Hill Show.
And the kicker is, it’s only Tuesday.
