Alright—we’re in New Albany, hitting up a spot with some serious hometown legacy: Eagles Pizza. You pull up and it’s got that vintage charm—feels like you just stepped into a mashup of a garage sale and Cracker Barrel. Floors are literally tilted—not joking. Adds character. Love that old-building energy. You don’t see that every day.
Now, the pizza… ordered a cheese and half-Hawaiian. Let’s talk about it.
First off—it’s got a crisp, no doubt. The edges? Fine. But the middle of the crust? That’s where it falls apart. Dense. Doughy. Feels like frozen premade dough, like the stuff you grab at Walmart. No chew, no air pockets, no real texture. It’s too thick, and you’re wishing it had some char or something to give it life.
Flavor? It’s just okay. The sauce isn’t bold, the cheese does the job, but nothing really jumps at you. Hawaiian? Same deal. I’m looking for contrast—sweet, savory, something interesting. It just kind of blends into itself.
Now maybe I’ve had too many good pizzas lately, and my standards are stupid high—but this one? Doesn’t do it for me. It’s a local classic, sure. And honestly? I’d come back just for the vibe. But for the pizza?
6.1 out of 10. It’s not offensive. It’s not great. It’s what you expect from a small-town pizzeria still living in its glory days.
6.1. One bite, everybody knows the rules.
