Pizza Station

Excellent pizza. Me and my buddy, Enrique were traveling back to Canada from New Mexico and we rolled into Connell and remarked on how eerily empty the middle of town was. We checked the local restaurants and saw that most closed at seven, aiding to our unease. After amount of perusing, we stopped by the Pizza Station and saw that it too exhibited a ghostly disposition. Assuaging our fears, we entered, despite the warning of Google–it says it's closed on Monday. We found the Station to be a quaint, cozy establishment, but not lacking in ghostliness. It displayed an aesthetic of an old train station, hence the name. We saw a singular ghostly young lady who directed our attention to the menu. We were immediately struck at the inclusion of a Cheeseburger Pizza! Rick and I gasped. Our mouths watered ferociously as we ordered, stumbling upon our words from sheer exuberance. The nice ghost informed us it would be a mere fifteen minutes; we could hardly contain ourselves. We waited patiently, and at last the pizza arrived. It was exactly as we had hoped. Pretty dang good.