I really miss Barry’s Pizza

I grew up eating at Barry’s in Stafford at least once a week, usually before seeing a movie across the parking pot at the Lowes Theater (long since purchased by AMC). I loved ordering fried mushrooms with a fuckton of hoseradish sauce and then using it like a normal person might use ranch dressing on their Heather’s Firehouse pizza.

I was just having a pizza 300 miles away and got to thinking about them.