Ava Rae's Pizzeria & Pub

Great Find!!! Stopped in for lunch and was thoroughly impressed!!! Grabbed a supreme pizza and a couple ice cold beers ($3.75 for 24oz on Wednesdays) and was on my way but they have a great selection of wines,bourbons and crazy good sounding cocktails, top shelf! Wall to wall TV’s so u can watch anything and everything anytime!!! Highly recommend the supreme y’all!!!

My wife and I came for lunch on a Tuesday staff was amazing. Food was outstanding and unique not your basic every day pizza place. Thin cracker like crust and amazing pizza rolls. We are not from the area but we were treated like family.

I ordered a small pizza with pepperoni, jalapeños, and red onions. The toppings came out great but the crust I feel could be improved. Erik was a great bartender and was very attentive to me during my dining experience. I feel the price for additional toppings was a little on the high especially for a small pizza.

Service, quality and price point are unparalleled. We visited on a busy Thursday night and were greeted immediately. Make sure to stop by the bar to see Cody and Maggie! The cracker crust pizza was perfectly balanced. The meatball appetizer rivals anything you’ll find at fine dining in the area. Lindsay’s mixology skills also did not go unnoticed. We loved her smoked mezcal creation. This is our new favorite pizzeria.

We really enjoyed this restaurant! Meatballs were full of flavor and juicy! Pizza was on point, you can really taste the fresh sauce. My wife ordered the cajun pasta and my was it good. We live in Martin City so this was a stretch to come out and try this place, sure glad we did! We will be back.

Stopped in for a quick lunch on a Thursday. I had the chicken alfredo sandwich and the side salad and both had great flavor! Be prepared that the dressing on the side salad may have some spice to it. It was excellent though and I’ll be back!

Simply FANTASTIC! Excellent food, friendly service, cool atmosphere. Thin, crispy crust, and amazing cheesy bread. Love the lunch special also. Slice of pizza, drink, and salad with incredible house dressing. We have really needed a place like this in our area. Do yourself a favor and stop by!

The doors are wide open. Sunlight cuts across the room. It’s bright, clean, comfortable—the kind of place where the air feels good in your lungs. You walk in and there’s an open kitchen, front and center. No curtain, no back room mystery. Just cooks on the line, clean aprons, focused hands. It says, “This is who we are. Watch us cook your food.” That kind of transparency? That’s respect. The bar stretches the length of the room like a spine. TVs hang in every direction, and the whiskey selection is legit. Scotch too. They’ll even smoke your pour if you’re into that. The firefighter theme is there—axes, helmets, warm red light—but it doesn’t scream at you. It’s not kitsch. It’s memory. You can feel that someone actually gave a damn when they put it together. We grabbed seats at the bar. The bartender greeted us with a margarita special before we even settled in. That’s how service should be—proactive, unpretentious, warm. I noticed a few local beers on tap and, I’ll be honest, it hit me a little. There’s something about seeing beers from your own city that makes you feel grounded. Seen. The margarita? Balanced. Clean. Just the right sweetness. I wanted more tequila presence—not more alcohol, just more soul. That earthy, vegetal note that tells you you’re drinking something made from a real plant in real dirt. Then we hit the pizza rolls, and everything got quiet. Crisp shell. Chewy center. Cheese for days. The texture had that overproofed dough softness, like someone actually let the thing rise. Rich, hot, satisfying—bar food done by someone who doesn’t see bar food as a joke. The marinara was fine—bright, simple—but maybe too simple. Tasted like someone stopped halfway through cooking. Tomato was doing all the work with no backup dancers. Then, without hesitation, the bartender handed us a housemade garlic sauce. No fanfare, just, “Here, try this.” That garlic sauce changed everything. Creamy. Raw. Bold. You could taste the fresh garlic—the sharpness, the sweetness. It was unapologetic. Honest. The kind of sauce that sticks with you, in your teeth, in your memory, in your dreams. They give you 2oz. That’s not enough. Serve it side-by-side with the marinara. Let people choose their path. ⸻ Bottom line: This place cares. They make things from scratch. They don’t cut corners. They know what they’re doing, and more importantly, why they’re doing it. And that garlic sauce? That’s religion. That’s the kind of thing you come back for. Again. And again.