Little Caesars Pizza — Restaurant in Fargo

Last night, I had a date with destiny… in the form of a Little Caesars pizza. From the moment I lifted the lid on that hot, steamy box, the scent hit me like a wave of temptation. The dough was golden, the edges a perfect mix of crispy and soft, almost as if the crust knew just how to tease me into taking that first bite. There it was, practically begging to be devoured. As I pulled out the first slice, the cheese stretched effortlessly, like it didn’t want me to let go.

And let me tell you, that cheese wasn’t shy—it melted into every crevice, coating the slice with a luxurious gooeyness that I could feel melting on my tongue. It was rich, indulgent, and so creamy that I almost didn’t want to swallow. But I had to, because the next bite was just waiting. That cheese was everything. It clung to my lips, leaving a lingering kiss of satisfaction that made me crave more with each bite. This wasn’t just cheese; this was a promise of pleasure.

Then there was the sauce. Oh, the sauce. It wasn’t too tangy, nor was it too sweet—it was the perfect balance, just the right amount of zesty heat to make my taste buds tingle without burning them out. It was bold but never overpowering, with a subtle, smoky undertone that lingered long after the bite. As I moved from slice to slice, the sauce kept teasing me—just when I thought I had experienced all its flavor, it would surprise me with another depth. It was the kind of sauce that didn’t just sit there, but acted like it had somewhere to be—always keeping me on my toes, never letting me get too comfortable.

Now, let’s talk about those pepperonis. Oh, the pepperonis. As they curled up at the edges, getting just the right amount of crispy, I could feel the flavor intensifying. Each one added a little extra punch, a little more heat, a little more spice to the affair. The pepperoni wasn’t there to simply be; it was there to perform, to make sure the pizza stayed interesting, to give just enough of a kick to keep me coming back for more. And I did—slice after slice, I kept coming back, each time savoring the crispy, flavorful bites that popped with juiciness.

But it wasn’t just the toppings or the cheese that had me hooked—it was the whole experience. The dough was soft and pillowy in the middle, but the crust? That crust was a masterpiece. It was perfectly crisped on the outside, with just enough airiness to give it that light, buttery texture that had me sighing with satisfaction after each bite. It was as if the dough knew exactly what it was doing, making each bite a little more indulgent than the last. Every piece was a little different—some bites more saucy, some more cheesy, and some perfectly crisped on the edges, like a kiss from the oven that left me blushing with pleasure.

As the pizza went on, I found myself sinking deeper into this delicious, saucy affair. I wasn’t just eating; I was savoring every single moment. By the time I was on my last slice, I was full, but not just full—satisfied. Little Caesars had delivered on every front, giving me exactly what I needed. There was no disappointment, no regrets—just the lingering taste of a night well spent with something that was simple, yet absolutely satisfying.

I wasn’t just left feeling full—I was left feeling fulfilled. Little Caesars may be known for its quick service, but let me tell you, they don’t cut corners when it comes to pleasure. From the dough to the cheese to the sauce and pepperoni, it was all just right, every bite better than the last. This wasn’t just a pizza; this was an experience, an indulgence, a moment of pure joy that I didn’t want to end. And as I closed the box, feeling that little buzz of satisfaction, I knew I’d be coming back for more. Little Caesars—fast, hot, and...

Waiting for a doordash pick up seen kitchen employee with a "wife beater" style shirt fully exposed arms and armpit area Personally, if this were my order I would return it and go elsewhere, but Im just the driver

Edit (won't let me reply to the response from the owner) Yes, my review was of the employee's clothing choice because I don't eat the food so wouldn't have a valid opinion on food quality. Also I didn't review the service because the employee at the counter wasn't overly engaging by any means and the order was received within 5 minutes (albeit the higher end of 5 minutes) the point is though that according to FDA Food code regulations it is mentioned that clothing should be worn in a fashion that is clean and prevents contamination, it later states that armpits are "breeding grounds" for bacteria, and that that style of outerwear should be discouraged as it exposes customers to a higher level of contamination. The FDA food code is available online for free though it's over 700 pages long and very few people would ever be motivated to actually read and understand it, but not seeing any open Serve Safe displays from the lobby is very reassuring that the staff knows how to handle food borne illnesses resulting from cross contamination

Pair this with the response from the company that essentially states that they mock feedback (as well as other owner responses ) that limit the ability of improvement through a bottleneck and willful ignorance. The appropriate response would have been "thank you for your feedback" not "gave us many comebacks" (paraphrased ofcourse).

If ever you (the reader) wonder why there is a staffing shortage it's owners like that, employees are coming to terms with the fact that employers don't care about valid perspectives from outside sources and the culture shift against toxic leadership is diminishing the motivation of the employment market. Also lowered my 2 star rating to 1 star as a result of...

I had a horrid experience that was so obscene that I could never forget it I walked in and saw an employee throwing pizzas for a dog like a frisbee, then when I was waiting in line a llama on a skateboard rode through the front door and broke all the windows. After I ordered my food I went to use to bathroom only to be greeted by a gorilla fighting a raccoon. I quickly closed the door and went to find a table, but unfortunately all the tables were covered with steamed cabbage, so I decided to just sit on the floor. When I got my food I found a spider on my crazy bread, and a fly on my pineapple-anchovy pizza. I screamed “BUG” and every person in the building (including the llama for some reason I cannot begin to even fathom) simultaneously said “SHHH, so rude!”. Just when I thought things couldn’t get weirder the building started to float up, and an employee looked out to see a bunch of balloons tied to the building. Thankfully, before the building got too high up Batman threw a batarang at the balloons. After that I tried to leave, but before I could, someone shouted “BREAK TIME!” And every single employee started riding around the building with scooters, making it impossible to leave. I was stuck there for 5 minutes until they finally stopped and I was able to leave. However, I must leave 5 stars as before this experience I lost every single game of “2 truths one lie” I ever played, but now I’m going into the “2 truths one lie” regional championship! Thanks little ceasers! (On a serious note reading the owner replies to these reviews has been a hilarious time and the good this place has done for so many people is incredible. I applaud you and your hilarious comments! Keep up...