Imo’s Pizza

I love Imos. The one here in washington is great. Consistent flavor and service. I would of done 5 stars but i always feel like i pay to much at imos for pizza. Another thing i’d like to see is a lunch buffet. Otherwise i cant say enough about the imos in Washington.

Try the toasted ravioli, it is super! Had a deluxe pizza that was made very quickly and tasted great. Also recommend the cookies!

The pizza here is pretty nasty. The crust is a paper thin. Toppings are okay but the rest of it forget it.

*sigh* I waited a while to write this review because I wanted to think really hard about what I was going to say. One of the biggest things I was anticipating about coming down to MO was being able to eat St. Louis style pizza. I live in the center of deep dish pizza universe, and I missed my Imo’s and Cecil Whitakers like crazy and thought about it for weeks before my arrival.
Sadly, I think Imo’s is like that ex-​boyfriend who you have fond memories of, maybe drunk dial once in a while, but when you hook up you’re like… «oh… Now I remember why we broke up.» And then never call him again.
I came here with my dad and stepmom for dinner. This isn’t my favorite Imo’s, but it’s the closest one to their house and I wasn’t about to look like a psycho and ask them to drive 30 miles to my favorite Imo’s.
When we walked in it was quite busy. The thing about Imo’s is that you order at the counter and then pick your own table — for a moment I worried we wouldn’t even get a table, but luckily a couple parties opened up while we waited in line to place our order.
Orders placed and table secured, I went to get a drink. As I filled my glass, soda was going everywhere. At first I thought, wtf? Turns out my glass had a hole in the bottom of it. Soda was all over the floor, making a wet sticky mess. I grabbed the manager, but it still took them a few minutes to mop it up. Meanwhile, people tracked through it making an even bigger mess. Awesome.
My parents had ordered garlic cheese bread as an appetizer. It was pathetic. A piece of french bread with a slice of melted cheese on top. It had no flavor. It was not good.
The pizza came out… It wasn’t what I remembered. Had the pizza changed since the last time I had it? There’s no way they’d mess with a good thing, right? The yummy provel cheese tasted just like I remember… but everything else fell short. The crust was dry and the sauce wasn’t as wonderful as I remembered. It was a little overcooked, but not enough to where it should have changed it that much.
I left here feeling very underwhelmed. To be fair, I know that all Imo’s are different so for now I’m going to say it’s just this location. Next time I am in town and want my Imo’s fix, so help me god I will drive however far it takes to get a decent taste of St. Louis tradition.