Rocky Rococo is, at best, a guilty pleasure. Although, frankly, it's a whole lot more guilty than it is a pleasure, but that's neither here nor there.
Here they have a deep dish pizza that weighs around a ton. Not so much, I think, because of its depth, but because of the amount of cheese and grease. Don't get me wrong, cheese is good, but when you stack on half an inch of it things are not going to end well. Particularly not when the pie quite literally is floating in grease.
These two faux pas ruin the pizza to the point where it's almost inedible. The pizza is the biggest part of "guilty" in "guilty pleasure".
Somewhat more pleasurable is the salad bar, mostly because it is just that: A salad bar. You can pick and choose, and they even have a "lighter side" for healthier picks, possibly to offset the greasy cheese from the pie.
That's not to say this is a great salad bar. It's not really even a good one. But as far as iceberg lettuce with ranch dressing goes, it probably could be worse.
Hey, amidst all this negativity, I'm sure we'll be back. We'll probably say "Hey, we should go get some grease!" and we'll head right down to the Rocky Rococo. That's not to say you should do the same thing. It's probably better if you don't, because, in most ways, Pizza Hut probably is better than this.