The Antonio's story had me somewhere between laughing and crying. I went to UMass as an undergrad, and Antonio's was a regular hangout of mine. It's the kind of place that's built for a college town, pizza by the slice in about 30 different varieties at any given time, and staffed by a combination of white-baseball-capped frat guys and skeezy, drug-addled hippies (and some disturbing mixtures of the two). They used to hire a bouncer for Friday and Saturday nights who would funnel the bar crowd into their "one plain slice" express line.