From the moment they served the sizzling spinach artichoke dip with bubbly cheese bread, I knew this wasn't just a run of the mill small town pizza joint. When they brought out the pie, whose crust fairly floated off the pan, I was transported - glutenous and tender with a crunch and slight sweetness that could have stood on its own without toppings. But those toppings alone were worth twice the cost of the pizza - fresh sliced generous mushrooms, bell peppers, juicy chunks of Italian sausage, crumbled crispy bacon, mozzarella you could stretch to the end of the table, and this Chicago native declares that Willard should mark upon this edifice "here shall ye find the best pizza a Missourian palate may be blessed by."