Fort Morgan Pizza — Restaurant in Alabama

I was all but too excited to try the pizza from the quaint little yellow pizza shop. After a placing my order with the very friendly staff, my friends began reading me Google reviews including, “cardboard would taste better” and “worst pizza ever.” Needless to say, I should’ve called back and cancelled my order, but I was going to give them the benefit of the doubt. After all, how hard can it be to make decent pizza? Immediately after consuming what I considered to be the most bland mix of “pepperoni, cheese, and card stock” I began having sharp stomach pains that Pepto and Tums could not begin to touch. This proceeded into the early hours of the morning until I found myself on the way to the emergency room in Foley to rid my body of the Fort Morgan Pizza devil that was consuming me! What happened you ask? What will happen to you after eating at this seemingly harmless, quite, quaint, family owned pizza shop? A cecal volvulus (rotation of the beginning of the large intestine causing obstruction and bowel death)!!!!!! My $29 “pizza” cost me 3 days of spring break, my cecum, my appendix, a 6 inch mid-abdominal scar, a 4 day recovery in the hospital, and a gigantic medical bill! Moral of the story...just listen to the Goggle reviews and save yourself from the demons being served at Fort...

I'm not usually one to exaggerate. When I say this is the worst pizza I have ever had, I am not mincing my words nor exaggerating. I guess I showed my naivetê when I assumed that pizza was an impossible food to screw up, but when I recieved my "extra large" 16" pepperoni pizza for $18.75 that assumption was shattered forever. I opened the pizza box in front of a group of very hungry college students who's normal diet consists of ramen noodles out of a coffee cup and whatever else the cafeteria cooks up on a daily basis. Instead of everyone clambering for a piece of hot cheesy goodness, this pizza was met with looks of dissapointment. What I saw was a sad amalgamation of barely melted cheese, undercooked pepperonis and the most soul crushing, thin, pre-frozen high-school lunchroom pizza crust I have ever had the misfortune of laying eyes upon. The taste of the pizza only further drove my expectations further through the floor. I had to dunk the pizza in salsa to even extract any semblance of flavor from my one slice. After eating less than half of the pizza we swiftly deposited the remaining slices to where they should have gone as soon as I walked through the door, the garbage. Avoid this place. Don't give them...

I’m writing this review rn because I’d rather do anything than finish whatever you want to call this. When delivering the pizza, we were told we were only able to order xls. A great business tactic. We are a hungry group, so xl wasn’t the big deal. The thing is, I’m still confused and think they gave us mediums. Not by any means an xl. To be fair, you guys did come very fast, though I’d assume that would mean the pizza should be somewhat warm. If I wanted a similar cook, I would have thrown a lunchable in the microwave for a little under 5 seconds. I understand that we are in a beach town, but this is kinda where you always operate. Set some better standards and deliver on your enticing slogan. Now I’m left looking dumb in front of my friends for ordering this. We wanted to give the local place a shot over dominos. Big mistake. Lucky for you guys, there wasn’t even a choice. You got lucky with the monopoly there. Unfortunately to those who are reading and curious, take the extra 20 minutes and drive to pick up pizza. I’m sad that I have to even...