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The Last Slice ~ Build Your Own Pizza Competition
October 22 @ 1:00 pm - 3:00 pm
Times are in SLT.
The doors are opening back up, the ovens are fired up, and The Last Slice Pizza is ready to welcome everyone back! 🎉
Come join us on October 22nd from 1 PM – 3 PM SLT for our Re-Grand Opening, featuring a special Build Your Own Slice Competition!
🍕 How it works:
Create your own dream pizza using the toppings and combinations available. Get creative, get weird, or go completely overboard—we want to see what you’ve got! Once your creation is ready, submit it on a notecard for everyone attending to check out and vote for their favorite.
🏆 And yes… there are prizes!
🥇 1st Place: A FREE pizza!
🥈 2nd Place: Special recognition
🥉 3rd Place: Special recognition
Whether you’re a longtime regular or you’ve never stepped foot into The Last Slice before, come hang out, make some pizza, and help us celebrate the reopening!
October 22nd • 1–3 PM SLT
🍕 Build It. Bake It. Vote For It. 🍕
The Last Slice Pizza — New vibes. Same great pizza. 🐊🔥
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