Rubino’s Pizza is The Monster’s idea of heaven and if he had to pick a last meal it would be here. So there’s this place that has no atmosphere, not much functioning air, doesn’t even so much as offer a menu (since it’s on the wall and everyone knows what they want) yet it’s perfect.
Is it the Ms. Pacman along the back wall? The pinball machine the kids in little league jerseys jockey over? The fact that the place hasn’t changed since Papa Monster used to come as a child? Or for that matter since they opened in 1954? That prices reflect the Nixon administration moreso than now? That they only take cash and the register is older than The Monster? It’s all of those things and more.