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Feedback gevenGreat tasting and large portions. The pizza sauce is delicious. They do not pour on the cheese for their cuddly bread sticks. The staff is friendly and attentive. The atmosphere is clean and can accommodate groups. Will definitely go back.
Great food. Always good beer! The staff is always friendly and cheerful. A great place to eat, even if I live 4 hours away!
I'm here several times and a review is due. This place has never read it again, never... Your calzone is my goal, but come on! Their mozzarella sticks are just right (cribic and tasteful), their fried pickle (spee) are not overseasoned, and their jalapeño poppers have good taste (even if they are a bit mild for my taste). I didn't try everything on the menu, but I'm looking forward to it. Great restaurant and friendly staff! Another FYI is they don't send a sauce with the calzone. Image: Calzone and Hat Trick
So I went to Jaspers for dinner tonight. Have heard so many good things. Went and ordered the nachos, get them and get them home to see the chips we literally burnt and no meat. They pulled them back, not only did they go beyond any other than replacing them, they reimbursed me to the full including my tip. I just wanted the food to be restored, but they went beyond my expectations. Good food good staff. Look at her!
I 'm not too big to admit that I had inadequately pronounced the name 'Jaspare ' in my head. I had applied my best stereotypical Italian accent. I had envisioned a large chef flinging pizza dough with great ease, twirling it above his head like a t shirt in a Petey Pablo video; a perfect caricature. 'Jah-spar-ay ' he called out to me, sensing my hesitation. The yeasty smells of dough, caramelized cheese, and simmering marinara wafted through the air of my imagination, igniting salivation as my body prepared itself for what would surely be an unforgettable culinary experience. But first, I must place my order. As quickly as my fingers could find the call button, I pressed it and waited with baited breath for the greeting that would start me on the path to fulfillment. 'Thank you for calling Jasper 's on Gull Road, will this be for pick up or delivery? ' the voice on the other end inquired of me. 'Pick up ' I said as I saw it all disintegrate. The grand Italian chef ruling over his fragrant domain was no more than the product of a wandering mind gone astray. It 's pronounced 'Jasper ', like the kid from the midwest that I was in 4th grade with. Undoubtedly, the fruits of the restaurant in this tangible world would be a paltry imitation of those produced in the pizza paradise of my mind. Yet still, my soul longed for pizza. Brushing the pieces of my crushed expectations aside, I ordered a large pepperoni pizza. '30-45 minutes ' and my consolation prize would be sufficiently prepared for retrieval. Not wanting to find myself corralled into a tight corner of a pizza parlor lobby while the mercenary chefs concoct my fare, but still desiring to appreciate my pie while at it 's freshest, I made my arrival at 38 minutes. The lobby was refreshingly clear of vagrant patrons loitering to and fro, which gave me a clear course towards the register where my anticipated transaction would occur. Upon landing on this sacred isle of commerce, I was warmly greeted and my business was concluded with the swiftness of a wild hare. With great restraint I journeyed home, not once lifting the lid of the box that ensnared my forecasted nourishment; though the pizza pleaded for me to free it from it 's prison and deliver it to its final resting place. At last, I returned to the site at which my adventure had commenced. With formidable suspense, I laid hold of a slice and took my first bite; my lips grasping for more as my teeth tore through it with all of the voracity of a starved lion. It was delicious. The grand caricature of my mind had returned, where they will live eternally.