Here's how I was greeted:
Thanks for calling Peace a Pizza. We now serve gluten free pizza. This is Bryan. How may I help you?
It doesn't get much more concusive! Since it was 3:30 in the afternoon and I figured they weren't too busy, I chatted Bryan up on how the prepare the ingredients and handle the preparation to make sure that everything stays gluten-free. I won't go into all of the details, but he talked enough about the measures that they take to avoid cross-contamination that I knew they were the real deal.
So we went and I got my very own 12-inch GF cheese pizza. The crust was infused with herbs, which was cool. The pizza is sweet, which isn't my favorite pizza experience, but I asked Jenn to taste it to compare to the regular pizza, and she said it was about the same. We concluded that the sweetness is a function of their tomato sauce. The crust had a nice bendiness to it that is becoming the gold standard of my perfect GF pizza quest. I ate 3/4s of it in a sitting. Too much, but it was hot, fresh pizza for heaven's sake. I saved the rest and ate it on a plane trip the next day. I have to say that it wasn't nearly as good leftover and cold. Next time, I'll try warming it up to see if it rebounds.
They are keeping it a secret, other than answering the phone with a GF message. I could find nothing on the in-store signage, nor on the printed menu, nor on their website. Maybe they only want to make GF pizza for little ol' me (and the people who think to calll and ask.)
So, in the plus column: they seem to know their way around safely making a GF pizza, and the kids like the restaurant. In the minus column: the pizza in general is too sweet and the pizza doesn't make great cold leftovers. The Pluses win! If my kids are happy and I can eat the food, then I'm happy.
That said, my quest for the perfect GF pizza continues.