A Touch Of Basil - St. Cloud - 2.5 Stars
If I could base my review on the friendliness of the owner alone, I would give this St. Cloud, FL restaurant/pizza joint 5 stars. Unfortunately, we here at Big Boy Dining Out rate on the food only.
One thing you need to know if you are going to venture forth on a whim to try this restaurant, you need to know the place is filthy. To give you an idea, think back to the old days when WaWa and its progeny did not exist, when getting gas meant driving into a gas station where a guy came out pumped your gas, cleaned your windshield, checked your oil, and gas was under $1.00 a gallon. There would be a beefy guy inside the station chomping on a cigar and he was invariably named Al, Dutch, Duke, Lou, or Monty. The soda was out of a vending machine that would remove two fingers above the knuckle if you didn't pull the bottle - that's right, a bottle - out in just the perfect dispensing order. The snacks were twofold a pack of Tom's Rye-Chee or Tom's Peanut Butter. Two for a quarter. Finally, you would go into the bathroom and there would be a pink disc at the bottom of the urinal. It had such an overwhelming smell mainly to shock your nostrils so you could not smell the other odors created by missed trajectories of the last guy to come in. Anyway, what does all this have to do with A Touch Of Basil? Believe it or not, this has more to do with what is memorable in the restaurant than the food.
Well, this nostalgic dive inside a crumbling ancient strip mall, wedged between the welfare office and the weave joint, sits Fabio's slice of pizza. It's not the worst I have ever had but it certainly is not the best. The dough is acceptable and hey, did I mention the owner is one of the nicest people you ever want to meet?
Big Boy says, for a trip back in time, stop in and look at the vintage urinal cake. If you are looking for appetizing pizza - or decor, for that matter - go somewhere else. #iamthebigboy #bigboydiningout