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Once Robbi hands you your pizza boxes, you’re done. No tables provided. No utensils available. And don’t even think about leaving your garbage – at this farm, it's pack in-pack out. Yet people still come in droves. They bring picnic baskets filled with wine and beer, salads and appetizers. They bring tables and chairs and camp across the grass surrounding the farm buildings. Pizza here is an experience. A process. It’s about getting to know the farm, seeing the animals, touching the wheat and walking the grounds. It takes about an hour to get your pizza, providing plenty of time to explore the area. Kids play with goats as parents snap photos. Twentysomethings holding expensive microbrews chat about the latest local-food craze while gazing out over the hilly pastures. And locals sit and play cribbage, drinking Miller Lite and wondering where all these city kids came from. It is perfect in its diversity. Beautiful in the raw nature of the experience. You’re not just eating great pizza, you’re experiencing it.
