4/5 Mario-Pierre G. 8 months ago on Google • 25 reviews
Ah,
GK's
Pizza
in
Rexton,
NB.
The
locale
is
a
blend
of
"Grandma's
forgotten
attic"
meets
"haunted
pizzeria
in
an
80's
slasher
flick."
The
flickering
lights?
Not
just
ambiance,
my
friends,
but
an
interactive
experience,
promising
a
spectral
performance
with
every
bite.
And
let's
not
overlook
the
pop
fridge,
the
monstrous
beast
in
the
corner,
it
was
as
if
someone
had
put
white
noise
machine
on
the
"maddeningly
loud"
setting
and
then
walked
away,
making
you
wonder
if
it's
part
of
the
restaurant's
ambiance
or
a
test
of
your
auditory
endurance.
Service
hit
the
Goldilocks
sweet
spot,
friendly
without
being
overbearing,
professional
yet
warm.
Just
right.
However,
the
tableware?
…or
rather,
the
lack
thereof.
No
plates!
It's
as
if
GK's
is
staging
their
own
version
of
"Survivor:
Pizzeria
Edition,"
where
eating
becomes
a
man-versus-crust
challenge.
We
were
served
plastic
cutlery,
the
knives
were
like
impotent
swords
in
a
crusty
duel,
clearly
not
up
for
the
job,
but
cute
in
their
futile
efforts.
It's
like
attempting
to
carve
a
turkey
with
a
spoon;
hilarious
in
theory,
frustrating
in
practice.
Now,
the
culinary
showdown:
the
pizza.
Ah,
the
siren
call
of
melted
cheese
and
miscellaneous
toppings.
It
wasn't
just
good;
it
was
Thunderdome
on
a
plate—us
fighting
for
the
last
slices
like
gladiators,
albeit
with
less
armor
and
more
napkins.
The
crust?
A
triumph
in
crispiness.
The
toppings?
Lavish
but
with
the
tendency
to
make
a
break
for
it,
like
they're
trying
to
escape
the
pie
and
live
out
their
lives
as
independent
veggies.
A
slight
hiccup
with
the
dough's
sogginess,
a
whisper
of
dampness
like
morning
dew
on
an
otherwise
glorious
landscape.
Let's
clarify
the
scorecard,
shall
we?
I
reveled
in
a
hearty
4/5,
not
just
for
the
pie
but
for
the
unapologetic
dive
bar-meets-diner
nostalgia
that's
increasingly
hard
to
find.
Think
of
it
as
a
love
letter
to
the
hole-in-the-wall
joints
of
yesteryears,
written
in
mozzarella
and
tomato
sauce.
My
main
focus?
The
food,
without
question.
Atmosphere
is
secondary
when
the
pizza
itself
is
a
star.
My
wife
and
son,
enchanted
by
the
pizza
but
not
disciples
of
the
'80s
horror
chic,
chimed
in
with
a
more
conservative
3/5.
So,
my
suggestion?
Get
it
to
go.
It’s
not
that
dining
in
is
a
lesser
option;
it's
more
like
it's
not
really
an
option,
or
at
least
not
one
the
place
seems
designed
to
encourage.
This
isn't
your
sit-down,
linger-over-dessert
kind
of
joint.
It's
more
a
grab-your-pizza-and-go
establishment,
the
culinary
equivalent
of
a
quick
pit
stop.
In
that
spirit,
my
strongest
recommendation
would
be
to
opt
for
takeout
and
enjoy
that
delicious
pie
in
a
setting
of
your
own
choosing.
