For sure!

Once, back in 2000, I was schlepping my stuff from Oakridge TN to Selinsgrove PA but, due to bad weather had to spend the night in Winchester VA. When I pulled off the highway I was greeted by a dismal burnt out shopping mall with lots of spent motor oil on the parking lot and a cinder-block ediface. I was exhausted and quite hungry but a little scared of the food offerings there. I settled on a little pizzaria, replete with fake brick and Dean Martin singing "That's Amore". When I walked in, the place had only two other people in it. I ordered a medium cheese pie, and it took about 35 minutes to get to the table. I wasn't expecting anything more than a good stuffing, but to my sweet surprise I was treated to one of the best pies of my life. The first thing that blew me away was the sauce. It was the tomatoes as well as the seasoning and cooking that made it sing like the angel Israfel. The cheese was nothing short of the best of the best mozzarella I've ever had. The crust was moderately thin, perhaps a sour-dough, and, if I remember correctly, had cornmeal underneath. The crust alone would have made memorable eating. I ate the whole pie in a state of ecstasy, smiling like a lunatic. The place, who's name I have long since forgotten, was an Italian mom and pop set-up that grew the Roma tomatoes at their home. Not long after I arrived, the place was packed. I thanked them so much that I think they were getting a little tired of me. Two hours later, in my motel room, my taste buds were still ringing with the flavors. I topped it off with some Ben and Jerry's. If heaven exists, it sure finds some unassuming places to settle into.