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Family-friendly chain featuring pizzas, pastas, salads & subs, with a weekday lunch buffet.
Hours
| Monday | 10:30 AM–10 PM |
| Tuesday | 10:30 AM–10 PM |
| Wednesday | 10:30 AM–10 PM |
| Thursday | 10:30 AM–10 PM |
| Friday | 10:30 AM–11 PM |
| Saturday | 10:30 AM–11 PM |
| Sunday | 10:30 AM–10 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 4010 N Kickapoo Ave Suite 4, Shawnee, OK 74804
Phone: (405) 799-9999
Website: https://www.mazzios.com/menu/
Order and Reservations
Order: Order online
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Reviews
popularddc
The food and the location were fine, no issues there. However, the customer service rep who took our order was pretty disappointing. I asked a question about the pizza, and instead of answering, I was asked if there was anything else I needed — then when I repeated the question, there was an audible sigh and still no clear answer.
I understand that customer service reps may work from home, but basic communication and a willingness to answer questions should still be expected.
… moreI understand that customer service reps may work from home, but basic communication and a willingness to answer questions should still be expected.
Rick Sitton
Hands down the best mazzios in the state. We come here at least every other week. Food is always fresh well made and delicious. They have great specials. The are always kind and friendly and welcoming.
… moreSandee Boyd
Food was delicious! And the staff were very pleasant! I went in right after lunch rush, it looked very clean and the buffet was stocked with fresh veggies and salads.. great place!
… moreDrumTro11
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
An Erotic Tale of the Forbidden Feast: Insatiable cravings, secret indulgence, and pleasures no mortal may name.
In the year of our Lord 2025, amidst autumn’s fire, in the realm where dragons rend thunder from the sky and the King’s Highway trembles beneath their wings, there stands a lone keep of crimson banners and undying flame, its walls pulsing with heat like a living thing, daring all to enter.
Within reigns a nameless Queen clad in black surcoat, the fabric clinging like a jealous lover, stretched taut over two full, slow-heaving peaks that rise and fall with every shuddering breath. When she strides through the steam, they sway and pulse in a forbidden rhythm, like twin banners trembling with the tremor of hidden power, each rise a shock, each fall a pull no mortal may withstand—yet every knight feels it throb, raw and relentless, deep in his blood.
On this night when the storms tore the heavens asunder, I, a starving knight errant, flung open the oaken doors, armor lost, blood sugar fled to distant kingdoms.
She turned from the forge-fires, hips rolling like a battle standard unfurled, and those hidden banners answering a heartbeat later with a slow, hypnotic sway that made the torches themselves burn hotter.
“Hungry, my lord?” she purred, voice sliding over me like warm oil down a blade.
I dropped to one knee on the ancient stone, half homage, mostly because my legs had mutinied. “Grant me thy supreme, fair Queen, hand-tossed and blazing, or let my legend die this night.”
She smiled the smile of a conqueror who prefers slow surrender, and vanished into the inferno.
Moments later she returned bearing a round shield of pure seduction: crust thin and golden, yet yielding as a willing thigh beneath the blade; cheese stretching in long, wet silken threads that begged a slow, deliberate pull; pepperoni curled into perfect greased rosettes, each cup cradling a bead of liquid fire like a secret kept between lovers.
I fell upon it like a starving man upon his long-lost bride.
Each bite a deep, claiming thrust of flavor.
Each fold of crust a whispered vow of return.
Each string of cheese a lingering kiss that refused to break.
She circled my table like victorious banners in a triumph parade, refilling my chalice of ranch without command, passing close enough that the hidden sway brushed the edge of my vision and the heat of her forge branded the air.
When the battlefield lay conquered, she leaned across the scarred oak in one languid, breath-stealing motion and set before me a final gift: a dessert round still weeping cinnamon honey and thick white icing, shameless and dripping.
“On the house, my knight,” she murmured, fingertip tracing the vein on my hand like a promise carved in flesh. “Ride back when the hunger rises again. My ovens stay hot… and ready.”
The night swallowed me whole, yet I carried its fire in my chest.
My belly was armored in glory, my sword laid to rest.
And against me I bore the box, not as leftovers but as a vow fulfilled; its glow endured, its promise intact, beckoning me with a slow, irresistible pull.
Blood Sugar Rating: a pounding, dragon‑slaying five of five — as you drop to your knees in the ember‑lit dark, staring up at the silhouette who tamed the beast, heart hammering, lips parted, heat flooding every vein, impossible to tell if it’s victory, hunger, only certain you’ll beg for another taste before the fire dies.
So heed this chronicle, wayfarer:
When the moon is high and the craving rides you hard, follow the crimson banners.
If you seek her, wayfarer, seek her with every heartbeat, every breath and desire. Her crust will undo you, and her ovens will knead you, warm and yielding, molding you anew. Bring nothing but hunger.. leave virtue, restraint, and shame at the threshold. The feast waits, quivering and dripping, ready to take you whole, body and soul.
Knight Errant,
Defeated by a Dessert Round
… moreAn Erotic Tale of the Forbidden Feast: Insatiable cravings, secret indulgence, and pleasures no mortal may name.
In the year of our Lord 2025, amidst autumn’s fire, in the realm where dragons rend thunder from the sky and the King’s Highway trembles beneath their wings, there stands a lone keep of crimson banners and undying flame, its walls pulsing with heat like a living thing, daring all to enter.
Within reigns a nameless Queen clad in black surcoat, the fabric clinging like a jealous lover, stretched taut over two full, slow-heaving peaks that rise and fall with every shuddering breath. When she strides through the steam, they sway and pulse in a forbidden rhythm, like twin banners trembling with the tremor of hidden power, each rise a shock, each fall a pull no mortal may withstand—yet every knight feels it throb, raw and relentless, deep in his blood.
On this night when the storms tore the heavens asunder, I, a starving knight errant, flung open the oaken doors, armor lost, blood sugar fled to distant kingdoms.
She turned from the forge-fires, hips rolling like a battle standard unfurled, and those hidden banners answering a heartbeat later with a slow, hypnotic sway that made the torches themselves burn hotter.
“Hungry, my lord?” she purred, voice sliding over me like warm oil down a blade.
I dropped to one knee on the ancient stone, half homage, mostly because my legs had mutinied. “Grant me thy supreme, fair Queen, hand-tossed and blazing, or let my legend die this night.”
She smiled the smile of a conqueror who prefers slow surrender, and vanished into the inferno.
Moments later she returned bearing a round shield of pure seduction: crust thin and golden, yet yielding as a willing thigh beneath the blade; cheese stretching in long, wet silken threads that begged a slow, deliberate pull; pepperoni curled into perfect greased rosettes, each cup cradling a bead of liquid fire like a secret kept between lovers.
I fell upon it like a starving man upon his long-lost bride.
Each bite a deep, claiming thrust of flavor.
Each fold of crust a whispered vow of return.
Each string of cheese a lingering kiss that refused to break.
She circled my table like victorious banners in a triumph parade, refilling my chalice of ranch without command, passing close enough that the hidden sway brushed the edge of my vision and the heat of her forge branded the air.
When the battlefield lay conquered, she leaned across the scarred oak in one languid, breath-stealing motion and set before me a final gift: a dessert round still weeping cinnamon honey and thick white icing, shameless and dripping.
“On the house, my knight,” she murmured, fingertip tracing the vein on my hand like a promise carved in flesh. “Ride back when the hunger rises again. My ovens stay hot… and ready.”
The night swallowed me whole, yet I carried its fire in my chest.
My belly was armored in glory, my sword laid to rest.
And against me I bore the box, not as leftovers but as a vow fulfilled; its glow endured, its promise intact, beckoning me with a slow, irresistible pull.
Blood Sugar Rating: a pounding, dragon‑slaying five of five — as you drop to your knees in the ember‑lit dark, staring up at the silhouette who tamed the beast, heart hammering, lips parted, heat flooding every vein, impossible to tell if it’s victory, hunger, only certain you’ll beg for another taste before the fire dies.
So heed this chronicle, wayfarer:
When the moon is high and the craving rides you hard, follow the crimson banners.
If you seek her, wayfarer, seek her with every heartbeat, every breath and desire. Her crust will undo you, and her ovens will knead you, warm and yielding, molding you anew. Bring nothing but hunger.. leave virtue, restraint, and shame at the threshold. The feast waits, quivering and dripping, ready to take you whole, body and soul.
Knight Errant,
Defeated by a Dessert Round
Jeanie Abarca
We had our 1st pizza here. Pepperoni w/ extra cheese. It was very good. I really liked the sauce. The employees r very polite & helpful.
… moreCreighton Solomon
Had to walk out. We stood at counter for 5 minutes. Two employees made eye contact but never said a word
… moreZaydian Kalstad
I met my parents here for dinner. As always, the food was good and just what we ordered! The atmosphere was cozy and the store and bathrooms were clean! 100% recommend this location!
… moreTeralie Kimes
Spent almost $60.00 on stale flavorless wings, and raw doughy undercooked pizza! The only thing eatable was the salad bar.
Worst food I’ve had in a decade!
It was so disappointing. Won’t be back.
… moreWorst food I’ve had in a decade!
It was so disappointing. Won’t be back.
Dalton S
I was exiting the parking lot after visiting the jewelry store on three separate occasions two of their drivers going the wrong way almost hit me a purple sedan twice and a red f150 this is how y’all’s drivers drive do better fix your drivers before they actually hurt someone
… moreApril Wigley-Elliott
Our Family always enjoyed the salad bar and lunch buffet at old location. I decided to go by and try out the new location. I was pleasantly surprised by updated facilities, friendly staff, and the fresh salad bar. Thank you for keeping the Salad Bar.
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