Approaching the parking lot of the recently renovated Mt. P Andolini’s, it may appear as if little has changed. The exterior, for the most part, is the same. But inside, the pizza parlor has been spruced up.
According to the cashier, the team took a hiatus this fall to redo the ceiling, update all the counters, and deep clean the space. They’ve swapped the worn-in vinyl booths with wood seats and given the bathrooms a makeover. And Andolini’s is now painted in huge letters above the entrance.
But, as we discovered once seated, one thing remains the same: the crooning sounds of Dave Matthews. Since our first forays into the local chain back in ’02, Mr. Matthews has seemingly been on permanent rotation. Like a Time-Life Sounds of the ’90s commercial, within our 45 minute visit we heard “Dancing Nancies,” Gravedigger,” and “Ants Marching.” Had we been drinking, we would have assumed we were under the table and dreaming. Upping the flashback soundtrack, Jack Johnson and John Mayer also made vocal cameos on what just might be the same three-CD model sound system my parents still own.
But we’re not hating. No, even though we loath the aforementioned trifecta of musicians, on Sunday, as the rain poured down, they were more like a charming group of troubadours lulling us into a slice of Meat Lovers nostalgia. See, the place is still so comforting. Andolini’s staff remain the perfect blend of friendly and competent, the pizza deal — $7 for two cheese slices and a Bud/Bud Light draft — is still a solid bargain, and the music? Well, we could give a damn. We’re just happy to see this local chain continue, especially after the Wentworth closure.
Carry on, Andolini’s and we’ll eat too much, drink too much, want too much.
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