

Welcome! Our Little Caesars is located at 4477 E 10Th St Indianapolis, IN 46201. You can always call us at 317-644-3963, too. We also offer no-contact delivery and Pizza Portal® pickup. Both available when you order online or our app. With quality and value as our core belief, Little Caesars represents quality, fun, commitment and family. For over 60 years, we’ve also offered an outstanding value for our customers. Always quality pizza at a great price. Yes, we use only the finest ingredients, including 100% Mozzarella and Muenster cheeses, sauce made from vine-ripened tomatoes and dough made from scratch every day at every location. Remember…Every day is a great day for pizza. Pizza!Pizza!
Carry-out chain featuring chicken wings, signature breadsticks & pizza tossed from housemade dough.
Hours
| Monday | 10 AM–10 PM |
| Tuesday | 10 AM–10 PM |
| Wednesday | 10 AM–10 PM |
| Thursday | 10 AM–11 PM |
| Friday | 10 AM–11 PM |
| Saturday | 10 AM–11 PM |
| Sunday | 10 AM–10 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 4477 E 10th St, Indianapolis, IN 46201
Phone: (317) 644-3963
Website: https://littlecaesars.com/en-us/store/9640
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Order and Reservations
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Reviews
1. Wife orders an order of 4 “cRaZy pUfFs!” with “cRaZysAuCe! ” via online.
2. Order arrives, no “cRaZy sAuCe!”.
3. We drive to the restaurant, on the way in – homeless dude #1 sleeping on the sidewalk out front? Check! Homeless guy #2 holding open the door & asking for change? Check! Homeless guy #3 jonesing for a fix awkwardly meth-twitching out front? Check!
4. Go in, approach counter, let the guy working know that you guys forgot the “cRaZy sAuCe!” & could you please remake the “cRaZy pUfFs!” since they were now cold.
5. Guy takes the old “cRaZy pUfFs!” & immediately begins taking care of another order…without, visibly, telling either of the 3 people, we could see, working behind the counter.
6. We set down on the bench in the lobby & begin watching the parade of other customers coming in to pick up their orders to alternating degrees of poor service to terrible service…as, mind you, the guy cutting pizzas in the back mean mugs anyone walking in the door, as he lackadaisically goes about his work, clearly, with earbuds in…I’m assuming he was listening to something NOT pizza or “cRaZy pUfFs!” related.
7. Update on homeless guy #1 – still asleep on the sidewalk outside.
8. We entered @ 4:48pm, it is now 5:42pm…no “cRaZy pUfFs!” in sight.
9. Wife approaches counter, obviously, upset at the wait time, “We’ve been here almost an hour…where is my order?”. Young fella behind the counter goes to the short Spanish speaking lady to the right behind the counter. They exchange words, it becomes painfully apparent that no one is working on the “cRaZy pUfFs!”. Womp, womp…
10. Update on homeless guy #2 – still asking people for money as they enter. But he’s super polite about it…ironically, we received the best customer service from the guy that doesn’t even, actually, work there.
11. Young man – now getting nervous because my wife has asked for contact info for his boss & no joke, the guy asks my wife for a pen to write the number down…my wife, points out, “You’re the one that should have the pen, not me…”.
12. Update on homeless guy #3 – still jonesing…
13. Guy behind the counter says, “It’ll be 3 minutes”.
14. We wait an additional 8 minutes.
15. Unhappy guy to the left, behind the counter, cutting pizzas begins fiddling with his earbuds & checking his phone…& doesn’t wash his hands as he goes back to cutting pizzas. It’s now, even more apparent that he does not want to be at work. I can identify with him, because I don’t want to be there either…you know, on account of homeless guys #1 & 3, the other frustrated customers, the overall untidiness, & general ghettoness of the entire affair.
16. “Here’s your ‘cRaZy pUfFs’ ma’am!” he sighs with exasperation.
17. “You forgot the “cRaZy sAuCe!”…my wife reminds him.
18. We exit as homeless guy #2 holds open the door. “Hey thanks man!”, I say as I hear homeless guy #1 grumble something towards us.
If you’re craving a truly harrowing experience with the denizens of 10th Street & an almost hour wait time for “cRaZy pUfFs!” then this is the Little Ceasars for you!
Props to “Valentin” for keeping this show on the road!
10/10 would do again for the great experience from homeless guy #2 alone.
*update – the “cRaZy sAuCe!” wasn’t very “cRaZy!”. It was actually eerily familiar to Ragu Spaghetti Sauce…hm? Who knew?!