Go ahead and take your wood-fired 500 degree ovens and freshly milked buffalo cheese pizzas. I will be forever loyal to Rafferty's.
The pizza is not gourmet, nor does it pretend to be. The crust is wonderful, and it is thin enough for kids to like, and thick enough for adults. (I don't know if this is only something that happens in my family. All the Nelson children insist on thin crust cheese.)
The salads are comprised of iceberg lettuce with french dressing and cheddar cheese, but you're lying to yourself if you insist you only like arugula with aged tamarind ginger vinaigrette. (I just made that up right now, and I actually might try and make that salad.)
The calzones are huge, and...well...my dad couldn't finish one, but I had no problem. Whenever we're at Rafferty's, I surpass my father and steal his title of the biggest eater in the family. I don't know why it happens; Rafferty's is just a magical place. More proof: the claw machine actually works! For less than a dollar, my sister acquired four new stuffed friends. (I feel like there's room for a pun about stuffed family members there, but I'll refrain.)
Well, in conclusion, after spending an entire day canoeing and skiing and hiking, you're a fool if you don't go to Rafferty's. read more