Every week that I went to Blue Grotto was another week I told myself I would wait until next time to write this review. Without getting too sappy and before I make any attempts at saying something not-too-profound-but-I-wish-it-were, I'd like to note my favorite memories of Blue Grotto that really set it apart from some of the other pizza-sammich-soup-salad joints in Pittsburgh. Here is a list, in an arbitrary alphabetical order, of everything I'm going to miss about Blue Grotto Pizza:\n\n1. This one time, I stumbled in to Blue Grotto Pizza and told them how much I liked their sandwich rolls. Peering out from the forest of a gray beard was a voice that gave me a simple bread recipe. It isn't the recipe that I took to heart, or even the friendly reminder that \"the ladies you bring home are gonna love the french toast you make with that tomorrow morning;\" rather, it was the fact that they had just \"ruined\" an entire batch of the rolls by slightly crisping the tops of them and decided to give me a giant brown paper bag filled with about half a dozen rolls.\n\nI'll miss my sober mornings, my irritated afternoons, and my (more than) slightly boozed late nights spent rummaging through my wallet to buy a slice.\n\nI know, I know, there's only one point on my list. And I know, I could mention the Coca Cola bottles they sold (no high fructose corn syrup); the daily homemade soups, salads, and sandwiches; the filling, fresh, delicious slices of pizza...but I won't. Instead, I'll keep my list simple, and just mention the generous, caring, neighborly heart of the people that ran Blue Grotto Pizza--whether it was after-work-thirty or late-night drunk-o-clock, this place had some of the best staff I have ever met.