King's NY Pizza

This little joint sits in the middle of the quaint little town of Capon Bridge, WV...which is about 40 minutes from everywhere.  And there are a few small restaurants/cafes in town, however we just recently decided to try King's, even though we've always frequented the other pizza joint in town. We actually went back 2 days later, so this is a cumulative review.

I was pleasantly surprised when I walked in.  They had the expected walk-up carry-out area, but to the side was a nice sized sit down restaurant area.  It was immaculately clean, with nice booths and tables, everything in good repair.  The wait staff was very friendly and accomadating on both visits.  Even the bathroom passed my stringent standards!

On our first visit, we decided to split a SMALL pizza and a cold italian sub, while my daughter had the kids' ravioli.  We also ordered an appetizer of the garlic bows.

The pizza we ordered was what I call a "garbage" pizza...a little bit of everything on top.  It came out, and I had to verify that the waiter brought the right pizza...it was HUGE!  I hate to think what a large or extra large pizza looks like!  The pizza was good, a thin floppy crust (it IS NY style), not too greasy, and a lot of toppings.  The crust was yummy as well.  The garlic bows are also HUGE, topped with lots and lots of freshly chopped garlic.  The only thing that would make those better is a good drizzle of olive oil and italian seasoning.

The cold sub was also very yummy, with ham, pepperoni, cappicola, salami, provolone, topped with lettuce tomato and mayo.  Their bread is awesome!  The sub was totally stuffed with meats and cheese, and well worth the price.

My daughter's ravioli was good, but totally buried in the marinara sauce.

On our second visit, we all tried a traditional pasta dish.  I had Chicken Alfredo : kinda bland, and the alfredo was too much butter, not enough cheese.  But I SWEAR the pasta was freshly made.  Lissa had the Veal Marsala:  not a big hit...the veal was tasty and tender, but the marsala sauce was more of a pan jus, and the mushrooms were just pizza topping mushrooms thrown on top - they should have been sauted in.  The spaghetti my daughter and mother=in-law had was good, though the sauce was on the sweeter side.

Each entree came with a salad, which was cold, fresh and well prepared. We also got a toasted sub roll that had been cut into small bread bites:  again, the bread is divine.

All in all, I am very very happy with King's!  We will definitely become regulars here, and I do believe I prefer them over the other family owned pizza joint in town.  They have a spotless restaurant (you can see the kitchen from the entrance, and it is clean clean clean), a nice staff, good food at a reasonable price.  If you are traveling through Capon Bridge or live anywhere in the area, give them a try!

I got a large pizza here with onions and green peppers.  The toppings seemed pretty standard, I'll explore some different ones next time I swing by, maybe even give y'all an update about it.  The crust is really good, much better than you would expect from a pizza joint out in the middle of nowhere next to a dollar store.  People can split hairs on the good crust debate all day long, but whatever you think, this place has a solid, as in good, crust.  The sauce was maybe a little on the sweet side for me.  All in all good pizza and out here in Capon Bridge, who knew? Apparently everyone, cause like five different folks told me to go check out King's.  Glad I did.

It was 9:46 PM on a Sunday night, frigid, FRIGID, outside and there was nobody around. No sign of life, whatsoever. Me and my compatriot were at the last leg of our 18 hour trek across the country and we were getting really hungry and just wanted a piece of pizza. Our desperation was rising and it was kinda turning into one of those, "I don't care if the place is closed, I'll break in and make my own pizza if I have to." situations. We had just run straight through Romney, WV which, according to our Garmin, was the last pizza place we were ever going to see. Apparently this part of the state is a barren frozen wasteland inhabited by yetis and grim reapers. So we're doing 80 and hell-bent on making it over this mountain and hopefully into the awaiting comforting arms of civilization on the other side when out of the corner of my eye I see the word "Pizza" on an unlit storeboard...

"STOP THE CAR." I shrieked and we turned around to investigate.

The weirdest part, I think, was that this joint isn't even facing the road. You would have no idea it was even there unless you were dealing drugs. This place sits recessed in an industrial corridor. The sort of area that handicapped monsters play Murderball in. Basically, it's not a place anyone wants to be at this time of night in this part of the country. Especially when they're driving a Prius. But, against our better judgement and driven by insurmountable pizza-lust, we entered the Thunderdome and parked out front.

"They close at 10:00, oh my god, let's do this." I whispered, while both of us peered at the barely legible white etching on the front door. I kinda saw some shifty movement inside, but with a pizza monkey this big on my back there was really no point to heading my suspicions. I was going inside whether any meth-fueled blood goblins liked it or not.

And let me tell you, what a marvelous choice that was. We breached the door frame and were immediately overcome with a fog of ammonia and bleach. They were cleaning up and ready to close down. Two men pushed mops behind the counter while another gentleman in a white shirt was watching TV in the dining area. Tonight HAD to have been miserably slow for them. But when you set up shop in The Forest of Wretched Spirits, that's bound to happen. I mean, come on.

Anyway, so the guy watching TV, who I think was the host, immediately got up to greet us and didn't sigh exasperatedly like I thought he would. He politely asked us whether we would be dining in or taking out as if he wouldn't have had a problem with it either way. We said taking out (because we were hungry, but not dicks) and he handed us a menu.

"All I want is a slice of cheese pizza." I said, my friend held up two fingers since he wanted the same.

"Two cheese pizza?" he asked. We both nodded. He suddenly started to look nervous, squinting through his glasses and looking around at the kitchen. There was obviously no food out and they probably hadn't made a pizza in hours. "I'll be right back" he said, then disappearing into an area behind the kitchen. The two men with mops followed.

This normally would've been the part where I looked to my friend and said "Let's get the hell out of here. These dudes are acting super weird and I think they want to sacrifice us to the Saurian Lizard King that lives behind the dumpsters." but when you're that hungry, your optimism and desperation override the self preservation mechanism in your brain. Kinda like that movie "The Happening", but instead of trees, it's pizza like woah.

A minute after disappearing back into the stainless steel abyss, the host returned holding a large metal pizza tray with a whole mess of recently refrigerated goodies on it. But only one piece of pizza.

"I only got one piece of pizza," he said pointing to the rigid vaguely Italian looking triangle on top. "Is that okay?"

My quest for a piece of cheese pizza was a certain one. That slice would be mine. I would cleave unto that slice in a hybrid ceremonial dance of sauces and love-making. "Yes, that will be okay." My friend was more than happy to settle for the mountain of stromboli and calzones this strange little character was holding. Everything was going to work out.

He heated everything up for us and put it all in a box and only charged us for the one slice of pizza. Everything else: gratis. I can only assume it was his way of making it up to us since he didn't have an extra piece on hand. We grabbed some napkins and were just about to leave when the host called out, "Oh yeah, sir. You can have this as well." and dropped on the counter a large red box with a delicate sateen handle.

"What's that?", I asked.

"A present, from us to you."

It turned out to be a cake and NOT a Mogwai with no instructions.

Thank you King's. I'm sorry I ever doubted you.