“Pizza is to be eaten with the fingers” instructed the Shakey’s menu. The Capital P was even a little drawing of a left hand in pizza-holding formation (or was that the F in fingers?!?).
I still remember the extra stretchy quality of the cheese and the smell of the sauced crust getting perfectly crisped in the hot pizza oven.
The Bellaire location was “our” Shakey’s. It was more of a splurge to dine there, compared to the all-you-can-eat Pancho’s buffet nearby. Live music by a duo was replaced by that glass-encased player piano, but the Village Inn Pizza Parlor had full bands playing on their bigger stage for a while after (Westbury Square, perched in prime position on its front parking lot, next door to The Cheese Man). Someone else had the Mighty Wurlitzer pipe organ with light show, up in Memorial City, but I really don’t think it was a Shakey’s.