Tyler’s Review:
“Scrappy” is the word that comes to mind here. There’s a sort of swagger to what comes out of the kitchen: a devil-may-care, DIY, tooth-and-nail toughness that dares you to not like it and so what if you don’t? The fiery color scheme. The old-timey photos. The way you order everything at the counter from a tousle-headed high school punk with a scratchy beard and a sneer. The birthday parties and arcade didn’t fool me for a second - if you want pizza here, you’d better be prepared to take it like an adult. 
The pizzas are as fully loaded as Rambo on a camping trip. You order a meat pizza, you get a whole barnyard slathered in cheese. You order a vegetarian pizza, you get the Garden of Eden slathered in cheese. You order a Mama’s Combo, and it seems tarnation itself piled itself ontop of your pizza, slathered in cheese. Of the pizzas we ordered, only the Margherita showed any reserve, but it was a grudging reserve. You could tell the pizza was grumpy about not having more to do. 
Yes, it was a little much for me, and I’m man enough to admit it. Not that there weren’t high points. The sausage, for one, muscled through the several pounds of hamburger to star in the meat pizza. And those onions, holy moly. It’s pretty rare that an onion is the most memorable part of a pizza, but it was one of the most memorable parts of this week. Sure, the crust was chewy and a little dry. And the cheese seemed lack something in the way of “cheesiness.” I don’t know what I mean by that anymore than you do, but it seemed sort of…gluey, maybe? There more as something to hold the toppings on than as an actual flavor? Not sure. 
But what am I going to do about it? BLOG? Blog, when the guys at Mama’s are probably busy experimenting with radical new ways of shoveling more hamburger on a pizza? I’m outclassed here, and it’s a wise man who knows when he’s beat. Mama’s Pizza puts a lot of food on their pizzas, and some of it is higher quality than others, but this is pizza, not Pinot Noir. If you’re looking to buy what Mama’s is selling, then you couldn’t do much better. 

Tyler’s Review:

“Scrappy” is the word that comes to mind here. There’s a sort of swagger to what comes out of the kitchen: a devil-may-care, DIY, tooth-and-nail toughness that dares you to not like it and so what if you don’t? The fiery color scheme. The old-timey photos. The way you order everything at the counter from a tousle-headed high school punk with a scratchy beard and a sneer. The birthday parties and arcade didn’t fool me for a second - if you want pizza here, you’d better be prepared to take it like an adult. 


The pizzas are as fully loaded as Rambo on a camping trip. You order a meat pizza, you get a whole barnyard slathered in cheese. You order a vegetarian pizza, you get the Garden of Eden slathered in cheese. You order a Mama’s Combo, and it seems tarnation itself piled itself ontop of your pizza, slathered in cheese. Of the pizzas we ordered, only the Margherita showed any reserve, but it was a grudging reserve. You could tell the pizza was grumpy about not having more to do. 

Yes, it was a little much for me, and I’m man enough to admit it. Not that there weren’t high points. The sausage, for one, muscled through the several pounds of hamburger to star in the meat pizza. And those onions, holy moly. It’s pretty rare that an onion is the most memorable part of a pizza, but it was one of the most memorable parts of this week. Sure, the crust was chewy and a little dry. And the cheese seemed lack something in the way of “cheesiness.” I don’t know what I mean by that anymore than you do, but it seemed sort of…gluey, maybe? There more as something to hold the toppings on than as an actual flavor? Not sure. 

But what am I going to do about it? BLOG? Blog, when the guys at Mama’s are probably busy experimenting with radical new ways of shoveling more hamburger on a pizza? I’m outclassed here, and it’s a wise man who knows when he’s beat. Mama’s Pizza puts a lot of food on their pizzas, and some of it is higher quality than others, but this is pizza, not Pinot Noir. If you’re looking to buy what Mama’s is selling, then you couldn’t do much better.