Every eating spot's tablet offers you the chance to tip, and I always do. You should tip too, but do remember you'll be the one running across the room to fetch water, forks and napkins, then more napkins, and then a knife. And when someone neglects to give you the beer you ordered and tipped for? Well, you'll go back to the counter and wait in a long line to ask for it. Oh, and it'll be back to the line when you're done with your pizza—Trifecta Annex's whole pies are dramatically better than its single slices, as Ken Forkish's artisan crust fares poorly when reheated. "Did you buy a pizza?" asked the gentleman working the counter, eyeing us suspiciously. Why else would anyone want a pizza box? Are homeless people who are being thwarted by restroom security pooping in them?