There I was, thinking Bella was just an emotionless basic, turned into a vampire by Robert "how did the Twilight books even get published" Pattinson. That changed as I put this in my mouth. No, not *this*. I'm talking about *that* (points to the Pizza pic).
I still love Imperial, Mattina's, Mineo's, Franco's on Eggert, Good Guys, Pizza Oven and Ventry's in NF and more, but Bella soared to the top of my pizza list with the sexiest, gooiest, lusciousest, amazingest slices that ever caused me to use words that don't even exist. Hence it's my 2,500th review (this is becoming déja vu), so I'm going to rap about it. Yo.
Yo my name is Fox and I'm a strange Fella,
I eat pretty much anything but Salmonella,
F. Scott Fitzgerald's cool but I prefer Ella,
And Burning Man's nice but I'd rather do Coachella.
I went to the bank and there was a cute Teller,
I sweet-talked him into coming to my Cellar,
We role-played, I was Yoda, he was Helen Keller,
He showed me how to Windmill, I taught him to Propeller.
I said my diamond's so hard I make that Tiffany Jeller,
He said I make sausage disappear faster than Penn & Teller,
I said you make The Jam better than Paul Weller,
But is it really meant to be the colour of Nutella?
So then he was hungry, I was hungry as Wella,
(Please no comments on my skill as a Speller),
I said, there's this place where the pizza is Hella,
Good, so I took him and we went to eat at Bella!
Best Buffalo-style Pizza I've ever had. I loved Zip's (hit or miss), Imperial (still do), but Bella is juicier, tastier, wetter, better. But I've heard that wetter *is* better.
Synonyms aside, if you don't like Buffalo-style Pizza, try Bella's huge, hot, melty, slippery, saucy, sexy slice, and put your pizza palate to the ultimate test in WNY terms. It really is that good, that if you don't like it, I will admit you just don't like Buffy Pizza and will stop trying. But don't be afraid of how wet, slippery, piping hot (always make sure it's piping hot), cheesy, bready, and pepperoni-y it is. Some don't like sweet pizza, but I don't find this sweet. There are hints of sugar in almost everything made in America (lol) but this is rich and perfect like David Beckham. Not dark/heavy/salty, but certainly not syrupy. For sweet, head up to Lockport's Pizza Oven - so sweet, but not my thing.
Now if you *do* like Buffalo Pizza, then holy moly, or molé if you go to nearby Vallé of Méxicoé (trying to use as many accéntéd és as possiblé bécausé I héard from a friénd of a formér lovér that accénts gét guys laid. You can névér say I didn't try, amirité?)
But yes if you *do*, then try Bella. You may find your new fave. Big, wet, melty-cheesy, greasy-pepperoni, shiny-shimmery, sexy-slippery, one of the best slices I've ever put in my mouth (and I've put plenty in my mouth, so to speak), it inches (I love the word inches) ahead of others for many reasons including consistency. I've yet to be given a cold, dry or congealed slice, or one which didn't equal previous standards. No other WNY Pizzeria has achieved that unrivaled consistency in my experience, nor do most taste anywhere near this good.
The biggest testament to excellence: I drive 45 mins from my house to get here (well, 35, but if any cops are reading, it was a typo, I meant 45), passing 238 pizzerias on the way. Nearby Imperial (top 5, I often get both) is dry, doughier, still unequivocally delicious.
The wings here are good, but I prefer Imperial & Wise Guys (Hertel).
Come down to South Buffalo, try Mineo's, Imperial, Bella. Don't judge WNY Pizza until then.
Bella gave me my groove back just like Stella,
The crust is so good it can be eaten Acapella,
The cheese is like Chris Martin (all Yella),
With crispy Pepperoni swimming in the Mozarella.
If it was in Brazil it would rule the Favela,
If my tummy is a cell then this pizza's the Flagella,
If Pizza Hut's a one-liner, this is a Novella,
This slice is "Taylor Lautner", not Edward or Bella.
I ran so fast to get here, I ruptured my Patella,
When I slipped in the rain and almost caught Rubella,
Until Rihanna let me stand under her Umbrella.
Ella Ella. Eh Eh Eh.
We went to the Pub and we shared a pint of Stella,
We Netflix & Chilled while we watched Barbarella,
We made out and listened to Michael Jackson's Thrella,
She showed me her Hopeless Place, I showed her my Goodfella.
I had her like Cabaret had Liza Minella,
I got repelled like Citronella when I ate her Paella,
But I chose not to tell her, that she smelled of Mortadella,
Cuz she looked like Cinderella and I ruled her like Mandela.
She said "I went to Harvard" so I showed her my Cornella,
Then I asked Ri Ri if she'd be my Abuela,
She said "that means Granny!" and tried to cap me like Old Yeller,
I ran away, but after days, I could still smell her...
So I wrote a tell-all book and it became a bestseller.
(But the straight-to-TV movie was less-than-stellar).
(And since you asked, I'm a grower *and* a shower *and* a sweller). read more