Let me tell you about the time I stumbled into Totally Baked Pizza in Akron and immediately questioned every life choice that led me to eat “normal” pizza before this 🤯.
Imagine a place where pies are named after Danny Trejo, Mike Tyson tries to KO your taste buds, and peanut butter on pizza isn’t a crime—it’s a lifestyle.
Buckle up, buttercup. This isn’t lunch. It’s a flavor circus 🎪.
Food Highlights
- The Chong: I ordered this pepperoni monstrosity out of curiosity. Big mistake. Now I dream about its crispy crust, 47 layers of pepperoni (actual count unverified), and cheese that clings to your soul 🧀. I nearly cried when the last slice was gone.
- Danny Trejo: Ate this carnitas-loaded beast while muttering, “Why isn’t all Mexican food on pizza?” Tangy salsa verde, lime crema, and pork so tender it should be illegal. I’d fistfight a raccoon for another slice 🌮. (Note: Please don’t fistfight raccoons.)
- Mike Tyson: This pie punched me in the face—metaphorically, of course 🥊. Short rib, pork belly, and Cajun spice? I blacked out and woke up licking the box. No regrets.
- John Belushi: A gyro-pizza hybrid that made me question reality 🇬🇷. Tzatziki sauce drizzled over spicy feta dip? Genius. I tried to recreate it at home. My kitchen now smells like regret and burnt feta.
- Shaggy & Scooby: Ordered this as a dare. Peanut butter? Grape jelly? On pizza? Friends, I’ve seen the light 🍇. Sweet, spicy, chaotic—it’s like riding a unicorn through a junk food dimension.
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Atmosphere
Picture your college dorm room, but with better art and fewer existential crises 🎨.
I plopped onto a couch under a mural of a giggling pizza slice and thought, “Yep, this is my life now.”
Staff tossed jokes like confetti (“Want extra napkins? You’ll need ‘em for your tears of joy”).
For peak vibes, haul your pizza next door to Baxter’s Speakeasy. Pro tip: Bribe the bartender with garlic knots.
Why Totally Baked Pizza is one of the Best in Ohio
Because John Taylor (pizza wizard/legend) spent 30 years perfecting crusts so good they’d make your Nonna side-eye her own recipes 👵🍕.
Also, they feed the community—so you can stuff your face guilt-free! I’d move to Akron just to eat here weekly, but my jeans politely vetoed that idea after one visit.
P.S. Bring cash for the “Oh crap, I need another pie” emergency fund. You’ll thank me later.
Address: 18 N High St, Akron, OH 44308