Eating at Fargo’s Pizza is a Colorado Springs tradition in my family. I think it goes back to childhood visits; I know I have a photograph from 1987.
The pizza’s not super-awesome, but I love the old-timey pizza parlor, with balconies, rows of incandescent lights, staff in lacy dresses, and more.
More? Chandeliers, a player piano, carved statues, and your order number lighting up behind one of a pair of mirrors.
I mentioned to Liz that we were going there and she said, “I was just there! The random statues creep me out and I would die if I had to wear that much lace, but the food is decent. The five-year-old I was with was rather excited, so I just let her be enthusiastic for me.”
Whatcha tryin’ to say about me, Liz?