Not bad. In the history of Ebensburg pizzadom, Clark Powell's has stood the test of time (and several bullet holes in the front facade from a wily police chase years ago. I'm sure they're gone now).
The pizza is an A-OK thin crust, but the sauce has always been a little sweet for my liking. Never delved any deeper in the menu, and never really joined the motley crew of professional alcoholics and scary woodsmen that always seem to inhabit the bar when I come to pick up a pie, but what can you do?
Three solid stars. It's Ebensburg, but you could do worse.