For us, Hemi’s Pizza on 23rd Street was always one of the best things about this town. When we moved back to Oklahoma City in 2004, after a four-year absence, we couldn’t wait to celebrate with a gooey 16-inch stuffed sausage and mushroom pie, the way only Hemi’s could make it. But instead we found the restaurant closed, empty, abandoned, and there was much lamentation in the land, for we would never enjoy Hemi’s again.

Until today! Round about lunchtime, I was driving up Classen, and a hauntingly familiar awning caught my eye as I drove past. I executed a u-turn and pulled right up to Hemi’s Pizza, which had not closed after all, but only moved a mile north. I was the hero of the day when I brought home our first taste of Hemi’s in over six years. It was a good day.