Fredonia: a village so small that you can guess someone's last name just because of what they look like. Where the people that grow up there know each othe, like the Bar Cheers on TV, Fredonia is the place where everyone can know your name.
Fredonia and Dunkirk were a good chunk of my childhood. Mary's Deli was a tasty part of that childhood. I have since moved away and have had the displeasure of eating other pizza elsewhere. once one has sipped (or on this case supped) from the Holy Grail, all else is inferior. This is so with Mary's Deli Pizza. Whenever we come back on a trip, we get a pie and some chicken fingers along with a big cup of Bleu Cheese. This last time, during the Summer of 2023-I cried when into my first slice. It was so good! All the lies that other pizza represent became small betrayals when compared to the mightiness of Mary's Deli!
The place it is made is getting older and more worse for the wear as time winds on. The insides of the place look more dilapidated each year that goes on, but that man who owns it and runs it daily--he knows what he is doing. what a treasure he and his pizza is. I fear, along with other things in Fredonia like the Caboose, that Mary's will one day fade away. it's so good that I want my children to taste it and my grandchildren and so on. It's that good. Whoever gave it a low rating is less than a neanderthal that probably likes the Miami Dolphins and is a horrible person. read more
