Irontown Pasties

Best pasties. For sure. These folks know their stuff! We had the traditional one, which was terrific but wish we were hungry enough to get the spicy one (w/​Jalapeño and red chile) too. The owner came out and talked to us and shared his story as well as his vast knowledge of the history of pasties worldwide.
Love that they also have Chicken, and Veggie (which both sounded delicious) but also that they make smaller empanada-​sized ones (definitely all over that next time we’re near!).
Lovely spot. Go there!

The address I went to is 801 N. Teal Avenue, Negaunee, MI. 49 866. This is the location the app sends you to. Unexplained mystery.
The people were very friendly and the shop was clean.
I liked the filling but the crust was not to my liking. It might be that all crust is the gluten-​free advertised; I don’t know. I prefer a traditional crust from regular flour. My Finnish mother made her crust from lard, which is amazingly good, but never seen anymore.
The ketchup was in a no-​name squeeze bottle and tasted like «bulk» ketchup, not Hunt’s or Heinz.
They sell ice cream too, which is tasty.

Had the gluten free beef pasty. So glad the owner is educating about GF issues. Tasty option in the Upper Peninsula.

I have been eating pasties for years. My Grandma used to make them, my mom makes them and I occasionally make them. I have yet to find a «great» pasty shop that can compare. However, that being said, I still love to try places especially when visiting up here in the UP. Iron town pasties is in the Masonic Center of shops in downtown Marquette. The pasty here looks fabulous, until you take the first bite. It had an off taste that I find hard to describe. The filling was 95% potato, with an occasional carrot or rutabaga piece. The meat was ground which I’m not a fan of. I prefer cut meat. Although, I realize it’s easier and cheaper to use burger. Anyways, the meat just appeared like it was mush mixed in with the potatoes. No onion, no flavor whatsoever. I was wholeheartedly disappointed. Would not go back here I’d it was the only place open and I was starving hungry! Sorry. Just not good food.

Best pasty I’ve ever had! Their crust was soft buttery heaven. Plus, they had some interesting options. We got a jalapeño beef and a chicken pot pie. Wish we would’ve tried them before we headed out of town because I probably would’ve bought ten more! Also thought it was nice that they offered gluten free, veggie, and vegan options. Those options don’t really apply to me, but I’m sure it’s very difficult to find elsewhere in the UP!
Just go there and enjoy. Best $ 10 I spent this entire trip.

John Cizek is a very patient man. My fall colors tour would not have been complete without a visit to Keweenaw Peninsula; and starting the day with a decent breakfast to go. Unfortunately, I could not find the Iron Town’s Negaunee location on Unilocal.Both locations have the same owner. This is about my visit to the Negaunee location, but I am sure both places are the same in quality when it comes to Yooperland and understanding the art of the Pasty.
My friend had tried to pawn me off with cereal that morning. Since he lives at the former K.I. Sawyer Air Force Base; by the time we made it to the gas station in Negaunee, I was ravenous. I may be from the Chicago area; but I was raised on meat and potatoes for breakfast lunch and dinner. To me, cereal is a snack. I am also supposed to be on a diet! I had not eaten bread, pasta, rice, or potatoes in months. Whenever I travel, this is my time to cheat on my diet. Waiting for my friend to fill up his truck, I kept thinking how I knew I’d only last another hour before I’d start tearing into the junk food he had brought in the cooler. I really just needed a meal.
I started staring into the gas station food mart and began to wonder if there was anything in there that might be better suited to hold me over. I’m always hungry. I knew instantly it wouldn’t help when all it did was make me hungrier and I started to think when our next sit-​down meal would be. Then like a shimmering beacon of promise, my eyes glanced into the rear-​view mirror and smiling back at me was the sign for Iron Town Pasties. I barely said anything to my friend before I grabbed my purse and ran across the street. Even the construction workers that were reconstructing the intersection seemed to sense my urgency and one of the guys walked me across the street. While he escorted me, he said, «People will stop for this yellow vest I am wearing. Just saying.» It made me smile because I really was crossing that street at literally the first chance I got — even if it meant cutting it close.
I walked into the tiny restaurant and John is already eyeballing me. I must have not looked like a local in my designer sunglasses, with a coach purse hanging from my arm. Then I made the biggest mistake pronouncing pasty the wrong way. John tried to hold back a smile as I immediately corrected myself. Like I said, John is patient. «Where are you from?» he asks. Of course, I give him my life story in a nutshell. After some small talk, my friend had brought the truck around and came in to order a Pasty too. We both got the chicken-​pot pie pasties, which were to die for, and just like the pot pies my mom used to make, only in pasty form. We also got free samples of mini cinnamon pasties. The bread was so amazing– moist and buttery. In my 6 full years of living in the U.P. I had never sampled a pasty and I am happy I finally got the chance. There are different kinds of pasties, including a hamburger jalapeño one; which I wished I had gotten the chance to try. You don’t need fast food in the U.P. All you need is Iron Town Pasties. Thank you, John! It was nice meeting you! Thanks for a proper meal!