Pizza Wagon

The best pizza around. Their sauce is sweet and not for everyone, but I personally love it. Get the longhorn cheese pizza with your favorite topping. More money but worth it. I really don’t order anything else, even though they have a large variety of other items.

This small but noble establishment has been nestled in rural Laurel mountain foothills since 1967. My parents used to come here when they were dating, they brought me here as a baby, and we still get pizza here every time I come home to visit from Seattle as a 42 year old. It tastes the same every single time and that is an amazing small comfort in a world that changes so swiftly in so many ways. We buy three or four pizzas each time. It is simple and delicious; it melts in your mouth. We always sit in the parking lot and have one or two slices right when we get it, before we drive home. They’ll give you paper plates and napkins and there is an old time pop machine that still takes quarters right in front. We always make sure to vent the boxes while we eat; it’s tradition. The crust is thick and fluffy. The sauce is sweet. The cheese is that old school mozzarella and the pepperoni are those little circles we all remember that get all oily and crispy just the right way. Mushroom is still my favorite though, double it up. Long may you live Pizza Wagon. Get down there now; their current special is three two topping pizzas for 29.99 plus tax!

An icon of this area for many, many years.
It’s changed hands and ingredients over the years, but still has a cult following that continues through the generations.
Spent many a frosty night huddled in a car with my drinking buddies in the parking lot of this place, knocking down Pabst Blue Ribbons and pepperoni, mushroom and sausage pizzas.
The taste and texture of these pizzas is unlike any other I have had over the years.
They must be doing something right, as I can remember back plenty far these days.

Über thick crust, super sweet sauce, white and yellow cheese that solidifies into a plasticy mess and little grease bowls A.K.A. pepperoni.
Some like all of these qualities, but I’ll pass and buy frozen pie instead.
This only redeeming item on the menu is home made potato chips, but you have to order them early because they always seem to run out of them and don’t bother making a new batch.