RDFC PROUDLY PRESENTS: A LOCAL PIZZA LOVE STORY
- Robby Howard
- Jul 8, 2025
- 1 min read
Listen, y’all… if you've never had Majestic Pies in Morris, you're basically committing a crime against your own taste buds and possibly the Lord.
This place ain't just a pizza joint—it’s like if a pepperoni slice got kissed by an angel and then did 3 years at culinary school. The Cajun Ranch Fries? Man, I ate ‘em and saw my childhood flash before my eyes—except this time I was loved. They’re like if Heaven had a drive-thru.
Better than therapy. Better than your aunt’s potato salad. Better than most country songs since 2005.
They got pasta so good, you'll start questioning why Olive Garden’s still legally allowed to operate. Salads? Yeah. They exist. For people who order pizza and lie to themselves.
Cold beer? Ice in the veins. Refreshing enough to fix a bad haircut or a bad marriage (temporarily).
And the vibe? Local. Laid back.
Like your cousin’s basement but with fewer holes in the drywall and better lighting.
The folks that work there? Friendly. Fast. They’d probably help you move a couch or keep your ex from showing up at your wedding.
So go support Majestic Pies—because it’s local, it’s legendary, and it’s the best thing to happen to Morris since somebody filled in the pot holes on that road headed into Morris Youth Associations ball fields.
Mention The Real DOSS FERRY chronicle when you order—
They’ll know you’re elite… or at least mildly unhinged in a way we respect.






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