This chowhound and her lady friend make regular treks to one of the 7 "natural" wonders of the world whenever possible. Niagara Falls is still the most romantic thing going in Ontari-air-ee-air-ee-o. Because we're not willing to cross the border to chow (too much hassle/traffic, though I do miss scarfing surf and turf and cold beer at Pete's Market in Niagara Falls NY!!!) and because we're not willing to drive all around Niagara Falls in search of a decent restaurant, we order in.
Pizza pie, from Frank's Pizzeria on Bridge Street. What we save on dinner we spend on a fallsview room and arcade madness and we are HAPPY. Frank makes a wicked pie that arrives chez hotel hot and yummy. Bottle of nice red chosen by you, a slice or two in the room and trust me, your life will be perfect.
Do NOT expect Frank's fabulous crew to fight their way downtown on New Year's Eve: we did that last year and well, we were told "No way!" and for good reason. Bad room service club sandwiches instead.
The best slice I've had outside NYC. Plus, whatever they put in the sauce, well...let's just say I do very well at the arcade after:)