Amicas Pizza Microbrew & More — Restaurant in Salida

Oh, dear God, what a savage plunge into the throbbing heart of Salida’s beer-soaked underbelly I took at Amicas Pizza Microbrew—a den of doughy delights and fermented fury that hit me like a freight train loaded with hops and hallucinations! It was as if the Rocky Mountains themselves had belched forth this bastion of bliss, where the air reeked of yeast and rebellion, and every pint promised to unravel the fragile threads of sanity. Five stars? Hell, I’d etch it into the cosmos with a laser beam of pure, unadulterated awe, for this joint didn’t just serve food; it waged war on the mundane, leaving my gut victorious and my spirit howling like a coyote on acid. The antipasto salad arrived first, a chaotic masterpiece of cured meats, olives, and artisanal cheeses tangled in greens like a gonzo journalist’s fever dream—crisp, briny explosions that danced on the tongue with the ferocity of a mule kick in the Rockies. It was no mere appetizer; it was a prelude to pandemonium, drizzled in vinaigrette that whispered secrets of Italian anarchy, priming the palate for the madness to come. But the pizza—sweet Jesus, the pizza was next level, a transcendental slab of crust fired in the bowels of some ancient volcano, topped with molten cheese, savage pepperoni curls, and veggies that screamed freshness from the high-altitude farms. Each bite was a rocket launch into flavor oblivion, the dough thin yet resilient, like the American dream itself—crispy on the edges, chewy in the soul, and utterly defiant against the tyranny of chain-store slop. I devoured it like a man possessed, chasing the ghosts of mediocrity right out of my system. And the service staff? A merry band of fun-loving renegades, wise-cracking wizards who slung brews and banter with the precision of Vegas card sharks on a hot streak. They weren’t just servers; they were co-conspirators in the evening’s debauchery, recommending microbrews that fizzed like electric Kool-Aid and keeping the vibe electric without a hint of corporate stiffness. Laughter ricocheted off the walls like shotgun blasts, turning strangers into allies in this wholesome hive of hops and humanity. In the swirling vortex of dim lights, clinking glasses, and the hum of locals swapping tall tales, Amicas felt like the last redoubt of real community in this fractured frontier—a place where the beer flowed cold, the pizza conquered all, and the night dissolved into a blur of satisfied delirium. If you’re prowling Salida with hunger gnawing at your bones, charge into this microbrew mecca like a bat out of hell. The gods of garlic and grain will reward you. Five stars, and may your hangover be as epic...

I'm not compelled to leave reviews often but I was blown away by my experience at this place. I walked in off the street for a coffee and decided to get a pizza too after seeing how reasonably priced they were.

The gentleman working the ordering counter was very kind and took the time to have a little chat with me when he found out I was traveling and dining alone. The wait staff were also very friendly, my coffee was delicious, and I got my pizza moments after sitting down. I knew I had made the right decision when she set it down in front of me and I could see little bits of fresh oregano leaves that had been delicately crumbled on top of my perfectly cooked pie. Really quality ingredients and in generous portions. Needless to say it was delicious, and I almost completely failed at my plan of having just a slice or two and saving the rest for later.

I left with a couple of pieces in a box and a big smile on my face, and continued on my merry way to Arizona. Eight hours of driving later, I realized I had left my wallet in the restroom at Amicas. Even though it was 6 pm when I called in a panic and the restaurant was clearly extremely busy, the staff took the time to listen to my concern and help me find my wallet. Not only this, but a staff member named Jon then took time out of his morning to go to the post office and overnight my wallet to Arizona the next day, as I did not intend to drive back through Colorado.

In these days of social media it's is very easy to talk about being community-oriented, but Amicas really showed me that they mean what they say and truly care about every one of their customers, even the ones just passing through like me. Next time I'm in Colorado I'm definitely stopping in Salida for a pizza at Amicas, and if you live in the area you've got...

I've been to Amica's a few times; the service was kind of inconsistent. The first time I went, the service was fast, the food was amazing, and the atmosphere was pleasant. The second time I went in I waited an hour for my food and the atmosphere was obnoxiously loud. I'd have to go a few more times to see if the "bad day" was just a fluke, but the first time really impressed me.

So, I'll just talk about my first impression: I got the spaghetti and a caesar salad. It was really great--I loved the caesar dressing. The service on that trip was really friendly and my drinks were refilled often. The prices were a little expensive, though. Not astronomical ... just a little more expensive than I'd like. Having said that, the portions were pretty generous, the quality was decent and hey, we're in Salida. I noticed that things were a little more on the expensive side.

All in all, Amicas is a great place to eat if you don't mind paying a little extra. I'll have to visit again and see if the bad service was...