Jets Pizza

I deeply regret going to Jet’s Pizza on Ten Ten Road. My life is now divided into two eras: Before Jet’s and After Enlightenment via Crust. Thanks to that first square of deep dish perfection, I can’t enjoy anything else. Not homemade food, not five-star restaurants, heck, I barely trust water anymore unless it was poured at Jet’s. The dough? Suspiciously perfect. I’m convinced they’ve got a retired Italian nonna chained to the mixer whispering ancient gluten secrets. The cheese? It's so stretchy I nearly used it as dental floss. And the sauce? I swear it made eye contact with my soul. I felt judged… and then forgiven. And let’s talk about the Turbo Crust. No warning on the box, no waiver to sign—just life-altering flavor bombarding my taste buds like a parade with extra garlic. So yes, I regret it. I regret not trying it sooner. I regret that I now spend most nights staring out the window wondering if Jet’s misses me, too. I’m not saying this pizza changed my personality… but my dog says I’ve been acting different.

It's takeout, but it's the best Gluten-free pizza I've had in this area!