Papa Johns

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• K

  Kay3 months ago

  Convenient location, parking lot behind building. Clean store. Friendly staff. Good pizza.

• SI

  slasher in the voida year ago

  A decent location, although not many parking spots to use and then walk into the location. There's 2 public doors on different sides of the building for customers to use. Takes a moment to have one of the workers come to interact with you; cause there isn't a notification from either of the doors to inform them someone's walked inside the location, but once you have someone help you, they're very polite and not rude at all. The appetizers are fantastic from this location, but the pizzas themselves are just ok. The tomatoe sauce used is something to get used to. It's just too sweet with a little bit of tang. The location is really appreciative of service members, I never even asked to see if they had a discount for service members, yet when I pulled out my card to pay, they halted me immediately and started to look for a discount to give me before I paid. They also surely love to groove at this location. When preparing the orders, they're turning it up and just making it groovy inside, almost as if you just pulled up to a club.

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  BFM5 months ago

  I love PJ’s. First time trying this establishment in Minot. Everything was great. I would recommend checking your order before leaving. I ordered one pizza. Luckily for me my girlfriend checked it before walking out because it was wrong. My pizza was placed in another order. They swapped them and life was good. Great pizza!

• JC

  Joshua Cables2 months ago

  Some nights, the entire house collectively agrees that cooking is a scam invented by Big Pan to sell us more dishwasher pods. That was the mood when we ordered Papa Johns: nobody wanted to chop vegetables, monitor a stove, or explain why the offspring couldn’t live exclusively on crackers and attitude. We needed pizza, and we needed it before somebody started eating shredded cheese directly out of the bag like a raccoon in a hoodie. The order process was painless, which is frankly suspicious in the modern age. A few taps, a little customization, and suddenly a restaurant full of dough wizards was preparing the exact edible morale boost we needed. Papa Johns’ Minot location offers carryout and delivery, along with pizza, breadsticks, wings, sides, sandwiches, bowls, and desserts—essentially a catalog of reasons to postpone self-improvement until tomorrow. When the food arrived, it had that unmistakable fresh-pizza presence: hot boxes, garlic drifting through the room, and the smell of melted cheese entering the house like it had paid the mortgage. The pizza came out loaded, greasy in the correct way, and built with enough structural confidence that every slice made it safely from box to plate without folding into a tragic cheese landslide. And then there was the garlic sauce—the tiny cup of liquid confidence sitting there like it knew exactly what kind of evening this was about to become. One dip turns into three, three turns into a personal investigation of whether breadsticks should legally count as a meal, and suddenly you’re on the couch staring at the ceiling while your body tries to convert pepperoni into electricity. The real victory, though, was what happened afterward: the entire household entered the Pizza Quiet Zone. No one had the energy to argue, clean, make plans, or even locate a vegetable. The kids were happy, my wife was fed, and I sat there with the vacant stare of a man who had just consumed enough cheese to power a medium-sized airport. Somewhere in the kitchen, a paper plate slowly bent under the weight of a leftover slice, and frankly, that felt like poetry. Papa Johns didn’t merely provide dinner—they neutralized a tired family’s collective hunger with dough, sauce, garlic, and the ancient American promise that tomorrow we might cook something responsible. Tomorrow. Absolutely not tonight. By the end, everyone was fed, the kitchen remained blissfully untouched, and the whole family had entered that quiet post-pizza state where nobody moves unless the remote is missing. That’s not laziness—that’s logistics. Papa Johns understood the assignment, delivered the carbohydrate peace accord, and gave us exactly what we came for: hot food, no dishes, and a night where dinner didn’t require a committee meeting.

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  John Jacobsa year ago

  Paid $23 for a large pepperoni and bacon pizza that was more like a large cheese pizza someone threw a small handful of toppings at from across the room. Some slices didn't even have toppings at all. The fact someone saw this excuse for a pizza and thought it was good to send out says all I need to know about this place. Never ordering papa johns again.