An Emotional Ode And Farewell To Canyon Pizza’s Original Location
I couldn’t tell you exactly how I felt when I saw the news. All I knew was I couldn’t breathe.
“Canyon Pizza Will Be Moving Soon!” I read on a sign plastered to the window of the beloved drunk pizza destination. I couldn’t believe it. No way. Memories of my freshman self in a massive line among my drunken friends on East Beaver Avenue washed over me. I took in my surroundings, absorbing the visual while I could, trying to accept this fate.
Alas, the news is true — Canyon Pizza is moving to 219 East Beaver Avenue (AKA Canyon Wings). In theory, this isn’t a big deal. After all, it’s literally across the street. It’ll be the same old pizza, same measly $1 price, same college kids starving in various states of inebriation…but for some reason, I can’t help but lament.
There’s something about the current Canyon Pizza location that just feels …right. Maybe it’s the long windows allowing you to peer through like there’s no secrets. Just pizza. Just ranch. Just love.
Perhaps it’s the exquisite outdoor picnic tables. Though not always pristine on a Friday night, they’re thrones to your squad when you’re marching back from frat row or a party on West College. Sometimes the troops just need a chance to rest and soak up the cheap, cheesy carbohydrates after dancing the night away. Freshmen obviously need a rest before journeying back to East Halls.
The current Canyon spot is the perfect location. It’s right in the center of campus, bringing together all walks of drunken life. Sure, Canyon Wings is just as convenient, but it doesn’t sit on an intersection where you can observe Penn Staters stumble and waddle through from practically all directions. And don’t get me started on the irony and juxtaposition of a church sitting on the sideline of the action.
The White Loop stop is just a block from the original Canyon, as well, serving as a trusty vessel to drop ravenous college kids off or scoop them up after the caloric damage is done. Underclassmen scampering to catch the bus in their heels and frackets, pizza still in hand, is a naturally nostalgic sight.
And who didn’t love the occasional chants and encouragement from the residents with balconies on Penn Towers, Gods gazing down upon their classmates, encouraging their late night snacks and tomfoolery. Yeah dude! You get those bread sticks! Sheer poetry.
Yes, Canyon Pizza’s current location will be no more, but the saucy, ranchy memories on 260 East Beaver Avenue will live on.