Welcome to The Original Franco's Pizzeria

“ I ordered for my staff christmas lunch. They all loved it! Many comments of how they forgot how good Francos was! Super happy I went with you. A ton of food for a great price. Pizza, pasta and the salad dressing was delicious. You have to get the dill dressing, it's amazing! ”

“ I’ve eaten a lot of pizza in my life, but Franco’s Original Pizzeria absolutely destroyed every other slice I’ve ever had—in the best way possible. The first time I tried it, I literally sat there like the “chef’s kiss” meme, because that crust was perfection: crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, and basically engineered by the pizza gods themselves. The sauce? Bro, the sauce had me looking like the Leonardo DiCaprio pointing meme—“THIS. THIS IS THE ONE.” It was rich, flavourful, and tasted like it was made fresh that morning by someone who takes pizza way too seriously, which is exactly what I want. The cheese stretched so nicely that every bite felt like that “just one more episode” moment—you know you shouldn’t keep going, but you definitely do. Every time I walked into Franco’s, the smell hit me like the “that’s a 10 but…” meme, except Franco’s had zero flaws. I’d walk in full, and still be like, “I could eat.” The best part? It was consistent. Franco never had an off day. Man was in the kitchen cooking like it was a boss fight. I’ve tried other pizzerias since, but every time I do, I end up comparing them to Franco’s like the disappointed Pikachu meme. Nothing even gets close. Eating at Franco’s wasn’t just having pizza—it was a whole experience. If time travel ever becomes real, I’m not visiting historical moments; I’m going back to get another slice. No question. Franco’s Original Pizzeria is, and forever will be, the best pizza I’ve ever had. ”

“ I walked in expecting a normal slice. I walked out a changed man. Emotionally attached. Possibly clairvoyant. The pizza? Absolute perfection. The garlic crust was so crispy it sounded like a standing ovation with every bite. The cheese melted smoother than my last apology text. The sauce tasted like it was mentored by retired Italian monks. There has to be a secret ingredient… because after eating that slice, I accurately predicted every single play in the Detroit Lions game. I yelled “fake screen to the left” before the quarterback even blinked. Big G thought I hacked the broadcast. The wings? If I had wings like that, I’d personally fly to Franco’s every morning to thank them. Juicy, sauced immaculately. They walked that tightrope between saucy and flavorful like they trained with Cirque du Soleil. The service? Legendary. A man named Big G (such a diddy blud) handed me the pizza box like it contained classified material. Called me “boss,” tapped the lid, winked. I teared up like he just told me he was proud of me. It took me a full 24 hours to write this review because I had to emotionally decompress, cross-reference my game predictions, and make sure I wasn't dreaming. In summary: Crust: 10/10 Cheese: 10/10 Wings: 9.8/10 — lost 0.2 because I didn’t get 20 more Post-pizza psychic abilities: Pending study by NASA Perfect food for game day. Would I return? I’m already outside waiting for them to open. ”