This is Marie, contributing an article about a restaurant experience where we didn’t even have dessert. Unusual, I know.
We were temporarily teenagerless and Grant wanted to treat me to dinner at a place I picked. I thought back to the non-dairy days and recalled a dinner where I had quite a lovely salad but would have much preferred a big gooey slab of cheesy pizza, and picked Blue Moon Pizza. Grant had seen that they had another branch closer to where we were than the one we had visited previously and we gave that one a go. Continue reading “Blue Moon Pizza, Smyrna GA”