The Shells of Former Pizza Huts Continue to Shape Our Cities
Like many children of the ‘80s, Pizza Hut occupies a special place in my heart. Those red-roofed, linoleum-floored restaurants are woven into my early childhood memories as palaces of delectably greasy pizza, texture-perfect breadsticks, and carefree Saturday afternoons. I haven’t been to a Pizza Hut in over a decade, and apparently, I’m not alone. Pizza…
