The grocery store at which my parents shopped in their hometown was a typical small neighborhood market. In other words: friendly, but overpriced with a small selection of products. They did not carry any pizzas other than the Stouffer's french bread variety.
But one day, on a shopping excursion with my grandmother at the much larger Pavilions by her house, I encountered Tombstone. She bought me one and I cooked it shortly thereafter.
I loved it. I mean, I freaking loved it.
Now, keep in mind, I was only about 12, maybe 13 years old. My beloved Chicago Bros. deep dish pizza had been gone for years and all I would eat in those days were Mama Celeste frozen pizzas. Tombstone was a whole new world.
These days, I get a nostalgic craving for one every couple of years. Inevitably I am disappointed; I remember how much I liked them almost 30 years ago and I keep forgetting that I don't love them as much now.
It looks pretty standard. Maybe a few more pepperoni than you usually find.
With a slightly better crust, I would still love this pizza. But my tastes have changed too much.
THE RATING: 🍕🍕🍕
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