Rocky’s Pizza

This is the kind of place that you can envision a little ol’ Italian Ma in the back room making fresh sauce. However, it’s actually a great guy named Larry that has a true passion for creating gorgeously delicious Italian food. We’ve stopped in a few times and have gluttonously sampled a lot of the menu, and all of our experiences were hella’ stella’.
Upon entering Rocky’s, the aroma of slow-​cooked sauce and freshly baked bread taunt your senses. The smells are such a tease, yet the perfect introduction of what is to come. Once you’ve found your seat in this quaint joint, I highly advise you to put in an order for the homemade breadsticks. They are baked-​to-​order, and come out of the oven piping hot alongside a bowl of the best marinara I’ve ever tasted. We tend to pair that baked goodness with a small house salad. All of the salad dressings are made from scratch and are remarkably flavorful. I’m a total ranch queen, and their’s is boss!
For the main coarse, we’ve dabbled in the pizzas, pastas, and subs. All of them were on point, but I’ll be really honest the Uncle Larry’s Pizza has stolen a slice of my heart. This pizza is what ALL pizzas should try to be like. Add some of the Old World Pepperoni to it, and it’s a total foodgasm. The crunchy crust and savory sauce pair beautifully with the zesty toppings. A better pie has never been made. Did I mention it’s smothered in real cheese? Mmmmmmm.
The pasta specials have all been on fleek. This place knows how to serve up some seriously sexy pasta. Whatever the special is, if it lists sausage in it, get it. OMG the sausage at this place is what dreams are made of. I could go on for days, but trust my gut and treat yo’self to some pasta. It’s worth the carbs.
Now I should mention that this is a mom and pop shop, so you might end up sneaking your own soda refill, but honestly that is what really makes this place so charming. So far, all of our dining experiences have included Larry or his fabulous wife dropping off little extra nibbles at our table for us (and other patrons) to sample, and each little bite has led us to fantasize about whatever could be coming up next. Rocky’s reminds me of eating dinner at a good friend’s house. You’re basically family here except you wont be asked to help with the dishes. I love this place.
P. S. Order the Casatta cake. It changed my life (and my thighs) forever, and it was soooo worth it.

I brought my mother here since we had not been there in ages. The first person to help us was very polite and attentive. His shift ended and we were left with a younger man to help us. Which he never did. he must have looked at our table about six or seven times but never offered assistance. After about ten minutes I ended up having to get up and go to the counter to pay my check and get a box for the remainder of our food (a Styrofoam box to stuff half an XL pizza in). Good service like I started off getting might have left a better impression of the food, but it was average pizza with barely any sauce

It’s always nice to walk into a pizza place and know that even had you been blindfolded and led in, you would immediately know you were in a pizza joint. Rocky’s is that: it’s not a bistro. It’s not a cantina, not a diner… It’s a restaurant or eatery by virtue of the fact that you eat food there but, for all intents and purposes this is a joint. The map of Italy on the wall, the relief sculpture made of corks; all the things that you want from an Italian joint are in here.
There are maybe 8 tables, you might seat 25 people in there but I doubt that has happened very often. Not because the food isn’t good (it was) but because it’s just not that kind of place. Situated right on Broadview Road in Parma in a small row of storefronts, the area doesn’t have that sort of neighborhoody feel. But the waiter was very inviting, a little playful with the kids and the food was pretty darn good. The old man eating in there had an Italian accent. And the waiter looked very suspiciously like a slightly shorter version of Steven Segal circa 1990. He didn’t quite have that full-​on Brooklyn thing going on with his speech but it was kind of uncanny.
Although it’s a «Pizza AND Restaurant» by signage, we didn’t have pizza because the kids wanted pasta; they both had spaghetti and salads and I had the lunch special penne with a meatball. The portions were solid and the kids liked the spaghetti and sauce as well as the meatballs. The salads were unremarkable but made with quality ingredients. The garlic bread was quite good. The red sauce was really nice — not overly sweet, deep flavors, smooth with just a little tang. The meatballs had a great dense consistency you get when the meat is ground to a paste and they had terrific flavor. You can not beat homemade meatballs and sauce. Even average homemade meatballs and sauce (and this was totally better than average) is better than frozen meatballs and jar sauce. I promise you. The pasta was prepared perfectly. My kids don’t often finish food, but they finished this.
Total cost with tip for three pasta meals, salad and drinks at lunchtime: $ 31. All major cards but American Express are accepted.
Why should you eat there?
You should eat there because it’s good. You should eat there because guys like this making good solid Italian food with really great looking specials at dinnertime (for people not eating with school age kids like I find myself) are all that stand between you and the belief that Olive Garden is good. I’m very serious about this; eat here and your money stays close to home. And you’ll get a good meal, too.

Really nice old school Italian restaurant. Italian wedding soup was light with nice flavor. Gnocchi ideal consistency. Marinara sauce was excellent & very unique. Great service.

Sorry but the pizza is sub par. It had that typical thick cakey Cleveland crust. We ordered the garlic bread which sucked. A him of garlic and a. Dried roll. Forget this place it just sucks add in the exit read thT is an old middle ashes lady on her last leg tjT can barely keep up. I would definately go somewhere else.

Had a coupon so I ordered for pick up. The place was very dark inside and tiny. The guy at the counter was nice and friendly. The pizza I got was with pineapple and ham. What I thought had been medium pizza’s are actually their larges. Their pizzas run on the small side. I enjoyed the pizza, but my mom did not really like their red sauce. The price was good with the coupon, but without one I won’t be back.

Solid italian joint in the middle of Parma. I’m looking for my baby because I have to have my car fixed at Kurak’s. Where is my baby? I’m chomping this stromboli and my baby said I eat too much and now an aloof lover. Kurak’s has Marco’s Pizza for lunch yet I am eating Rocky’s and I’m am tired of the pain and misery of my baby who has impressionable stupidity at every last turn lately. I wanted to take the old man’s pair of shoes in bathroom and start whack-​a-​mole.

When I arrived my pizza was coming out of the oven and looked and smelled very good! I was then informed that Rocky’s forgot it is the 21^st century and only takes CASH! (Of which I had none) I was then informed that an ATM was available next door. I politely let the older lady working know that I was not going to pay a 5 dollar service fee for a 10 dollar pizza. She was unhappy, so was I. Try joining the rest of the civilized world and take my card!!! Perhaps then I will try again.

Pasta rustica: sausage peppers and sauce over penne, Italian dressing very good, bread awesome, pizza very good. Mom and pop shop but food is great, and people who run the place are cool.

Quiet, family runned, local joint. No long wait times and chain food. Pasta Anitais fantastic. Putannesca on special was also amazing. Will be returning.

I tried Rocky’s last night on recommendation from my neighbor. We were standing around the front yard, talking about life, car odors, birds as neighbor John drank a 40. If you ever want to join the conversation, drive down W 10^th St on a sunny day and chances are, some of us will be out there doing things like this. I kept getting flustered because a swallow kept swooping down and trying to pick at my skull. My neighbor thought it was the funniest thing ever. Running from this bird combined with partying built up a deep hunger. He advised that I try Rocky’s in Parma. I did and once again, my weekend pizza advisor John was right! He is more than a neighbor, he is a father figure. The pizza was thick and filling. They use a decent pizza oven and it develops a nice crispy crust. The sauce, cheese and toppings were all great together. This is one of my new, most exciting discoveries in life.