While en route to Fort Lauderdale airport, I was informed by my traveling companions (the client who is always late) that our flight was delayed and I should kill time by grabbing some pizza somewhere. I had passed by Isabella’s Pizza on the west side of Federal Highway several times, but the plaza always seemed to have a questionable element hanging around there. Since the plaza seemed empty on this day, I figured it was time to go give it a try.
Upon walking into Isabella’s Pizza, I was greeted warmly by the staff behind the counter. It was unclear to me if I was forced to wait for a server, or if it was ok to actually get my one slice of pizza by myself. I waited a little bit for the pizza guy to get off the phone, and asked him if I could get a slice. He didn’t seem to understand my English, so I waited for someone else to speak with. He informed me that I could get slices here, so I ordered one and waited.
