A Slice of Childhood
Rocky Rococo's holds a special place in our hearts
By Katie Vaughn
If you were a child of the ’80s and ’90s in Madison, Rocky Rococo was like a white-leisure-suit-wearing Santa Claus. The local pizza chain mascot was a bit terrifying to meet in person, yet with him came amazing gifts: thick-crust pizza topped with just the right amount of sauce and a layer of hot, slightly browned cheese. Sure, your family might order up an entire pie to share, but it was way more exciting to get your own little cardboard box, its lid always a little steamy from the just-out-of-the-oven goodness inside. When adolescence hit, you graduated to the Super Slice, and maybe even the meal deal to add on breadsticks. And eventually you started to understand “Let them eat pizza” and other modified historical references printed on the walls. The chain has since multiplied across Wisconsin, and even into Minnesota and Washington, and you may have moved on to more sophisticated pizza. But on a cold day, when you nab a seat near the weird red fireplace, open that rectangular box and burn the roof of your mouth with the first bite, you realize what you did as a kid—that, yep, this is pretty awesome.