Kat Klein

Google review

Splendid pizza place in Cedar City. To be honest, I did not expect to find a pizza place offering Italian style pizza in the middl of Utah. When stumbling upon Centro I was positively surprised. The pizza here is really high quality. I love that they stick to the simplicity of what a real pizza should be, not overloading it with unnecessary ingredients but rather focusing overall taste. The dough is also on point and tastes so good with the EVOO they’re using. I also love that they have gluten free and vegan options. Service was attentive and welcoming!

angela byers

Google review

Creatively decorated with unique beauty and charm. We loved the decor- even the bathrooms were whimsical! The staff were so friendly and even the burgers had style! BTW- Best gluten free bun ever! 😀👍🏼🌸

Sierrah Lewis

Google review

So yummy and never has been cross contaminated for us! Staff is amazing and works so well with my mom's celiac needs!

Tobie Jacobson

Google review

The food was pretty good, but we waited at least 10 minutes for our waters. Then we waited another 20 minutes for our burgers. Felt pretty frustrated by the end of our visit. I’ve heard so many good things about this place but my first time, I did not feel impressed by the service. I did appreciate they offer gluten free bun options.

Joshua Christiansen

Google review

Ladies and gentlemen, let us embark on a curious journey of culinary despair at Costa Vida, where the stars align in a symphony of chaos. Oh, an' let's not ferget to aplaud the staaf fer their impressiv dedication to lazyness. It's as if they were setting a world recerd for the slowest food servise ever. In the realm of online ordering, where temporal constraints dissolve into ethereal uncertainty, Costa Vida beckoned with a siren's promise of 30 minuts. Alas, we were ensnared in the abyss of time, as the clock spun a yarn for 1 hour, 28 minutes, and 36 secunds. This tragic odyssey tested the boundaries of our patience and existential ponderings. Amidst this temporal dissonance, we discovered that the gastronomic offering before us was not what it purported to be. Gluten-free, we dared to declare, but alas, it was naught. My sister, confined by a perilous gluten allergy, found herself en route to the ER, as we pondered the impermanence of life and the fleeting nature of gastronomic integrity. The poultry served on this tragic eve, a morsel to defy culinary logic, exhibited the rigor mortis of overcooking. A relic of a different epoch, grey and unyielding. Meanwhile, others, who had joined the queue an hour into our culinary saga, partook in their feast and departed, leaving us in existential disarray. Costa Vida, your performance merits a standing ovation, not for excellence, but for the surreal enactment of inefficiency. In this temporal paradox, our small respite with my collegiate sister was irrevocably marred. This experience, a somber reminder of the capricious whims of fate and human endeavors. Let our connoisseurship be declared a resounding 0/5 stars, inscribed in the annals of perplexing dining experiences for generations to ponder upon