Jessica S.
Google
Red Rock Pizza, consider me officially obsessed. I walked in hungry, I floated out like I’d just high-fived a cloud. The service is absolutely impeccable, like they hired a team of mind-reading pizza angels. The crew is that perfect mix of friendly, fast, and on-it; they anticipate napkins and somehow make you feel like a regular on your first visit.
Now, the star of the show: the Cajun Queen. She does not play. Perfectly balanced heat, tons of flavor, and that glorious crust, crispy on the outside, chewy on the inside, like a warm hug with a little sassy kick. It’s the kind of slice that has you nodding to yourself like, “yep… that’s the one.”
The wings? Massive. We’re talking pterodactyl energy. Saucy in the best way, bring-your-own-bib levels of saucy—and cooked just right. And the homemade ranch… listen. I am not saying I’d drink it, but I did consider writing it a love letter. It’s herby, creamy, dreamy, and honestly might be some of the best I’ve ever had. Dip everything in it. No regrets.
Vibes are clean and cozy, the timing is spot-on, and portions are generous enough to earn you elite leftovers. Prices are more than fair for how good everything is. This is the best pizza I’ve had in a very, very long time.
Do yourself a favor: check them out. Order the Cajun Queen, grab a pile of wings, say yes to extra ranch, and let the perfect employees do their magic. 11/10, would sauce again.