Guess where I’m eating?

Last week, while corrupting indoctrinating our new Cafe Society intern, we ordered a pizza. But because we were trying to impress a smart Johnson & Wales University student with more extracurricular activities to her credit than Gordon Ramsey has kitchen disasters, we asked the pizza dude from a nearby pie palace to please do a pizza that would make our intern drop to her knees in gratitude. A pizza with, I don’t know, tzatziki sauce and lamb on it.

Question is, where did it come from? Bonus points if you can name the delivery boy.