

Broadway Bar & Pizza® in Hastings, Minnesota makes delicious, hot & fresh homemade pizza with its very own secret sauce, special recipe sausage & freshly rolled dough. In addition to serving Award Winning pizza, our restaurant offers a unique kid friendly dining experience & a menu variety sure to please everyone including; appetizers, pastas, wings, hoagies, burgers, salads & as well as gluten friendly & plant-based options! Our full menu is served in our restaurant’s casual atmosphere, at our full service bar or available for delivery & take-out. Broadway Bar & Pizza® Hastings, Minnesota has committed to providing our customers with superior food & service & we look forward to continuing to do so! We invite everyone to come in & experien
Local chain known for thin-crust pizza, plus subs & pasta, served in family-friendly digs.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 909 Vermillion St, Hastings, MN 55033
Phone: (651) 346-1234
Website: https://broadwaypizza.com/
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-Troy Stewart Google maps reviewer Twin Cities, Minnesota.
The food was delicious as always—perfectly crispy crust, bold flavors, and generous portions—but it was the service that really stood out this time. There’s something about being treated kindly and with care that makes the whole dining experience ten times better.
It’s clear that the staff here take pride in what they do, and that kind of service deserves to be recognized. I’ll definitely be back!
When Logan pulled into town from Albert Lea, I knew two things: he’d be bringing that dry, intellectual wit of his, and we were about to eat well. I’d been meaning to check out the new Broadway Pizza in Hastings, and with Logan in town, it was the perfect excuse to break bread and trade brain cells.
We walked through the doors and I immediately turned to him and said, “Remember this entrance.” There was something about it, clean lines, open air, welcoming staff… that just felt right. The kind of first impression that makes you want to stay a while.
The hostess, young and polite, walked us past the bar, where the TVs were set up just right, and the Blue Moon on tap whispered to a former version of myself. I don’t drink anymore, but I could appreciate the vibe. No temptation, I could just feel the comfortable, casual, no pretension atmosphere.
We landed at a window seat with a full view of the room. A prime spot for people-watching and philosophizing. Logan ordered what he called “whatever passes for Sprite nowadays,” and gave me a look that said he wasn’t fully onboard with Starry yet. I ordered my signature Pepsi. 18 months in prison, I am committed for life.
The first stop on any restaurant reconnaissance for me? The bathroom. If you’ve ever lived out of a backpack or crashed in a shelter, you know a clean bathroom isn’t just a bonus… it’s a small miracle. This one? Spotless. Like… you could eat your pizza in there clean. But the sign over the urinal caught me off guard: “DO NOT FLUSH WHILE TRAIN IS IN STATION.” Logan and I would spend a good five minutes later trying to unpack the metaphysical implications of that one.
Back at the table, he was already working his charm on the waitress, trying to get the inside scoop on the menu. After weighing the options and decoding the hype, we passed on the thick, doughy deep dish and went with the New York-style Primo. Slimmer crust. Bigger flavor. No food coma.
Before the main event, though, came the wings. And, those wings. I went bone-in with the Cajun dry rub and it felt like Mardi Gras in my mouth. I smacked those things like Smith Wigglesworth casting out a demon. Logan, being the gym-rat philosopher he is, stuck to his all-white-meat boneless Thai chili. Said it leaned more tart than hot, but fit his macros, so he was happy.
While he hit the restroom, I sat back and watched the model train circle the room above us. It was a charming touch. Something nostalgic and a little whimsical. And in that moment, I just felt grateful. Grateful for good food, a clean slate, and conversations that don’t need surface-level filler.
When the pizza arrived, it looked like something out of a commercial, perfect cheese melt, crisp edges, and just enough grease to know it meant business. The kind of pizza that would make Michelangelo from the Ninja Turtles drop his nunchucks and say, “Bro… that’s a slice.” We each grabbed two pieces like seasoned pros, no rookie mistakes here. One bite in, and it was confirmed: this wasn’t just pizza, this was a spiritual experience wrapped in mozzarella. We boxed the rest. No shame in leftovers when you’ve already won the meal.
Logan downed four Starrys like they were being discontinued at midnight and he had the last shot at hydration. It was about as amusing as watching him drink coffee out of a pop bottle years ago. He has some strange drinking behaviors now that I think about it.
We didn’t leave stuffed. We left satisfied. And that’s the kind of meal you remember. Good food. Great company. And a clean bathroom with a sign that still has us scratching our heads.
So if you’re ever in Hastings and want a spot where the pizza hits, the wings slap, and the train never stops running, Broadway Pizza might just be your next destination. Bring a friend. Bring your appetite. But maybe… don’t flush while the train’s in the station…. Jon TheBaptist