Scribbles Pizza House

Reviews

• Emily T.

  star star star star star_border 8 July 2026

  I came here on about 4 first dates when I was in school! aw! Brings me back! I used to come here all the time with my friends for the brownie sunday - YUMMY!! It was delicious, enough for two people happily.
  
  The food here is really good too - basic, but good. The pizza's are good, the pasta is good, all in all really quite good!
  
  The staff are brilliant, they've always got something to say and are always on hand when you need them.

• Stevie D.

  star star star star star 5 July 2026

  Nice and busy little place with friendly staff. Can't fault the food or the price. Will be coming back.

• John D.

  star star star_border star_border star_border 27 June 2026

  Service was fine.  They made sure we didn't need anything.  Food was not so good.  Ordered 2 pizzas, a lasagna; nachos and chicken skewers.  Everything was blah.  Lasagna had way too much cheese compared to pasta so it was very runny.  Both pizzas also had runny cheese.  We're not against cheese but the ingredients were low quality.  Skewers were too rubbery and smelt wired.  
  
  We were really hungry and were easy to please tonight.  The place missed the mark
  
  Ambience was nice

• David R.

  star star star star_border star_border 27 June 2026

  The food here was solid, but honestly, the service was a little goofy.  First of all, why is it that some of these restaurants in the smaller towns have no idea what to do with a solo diner?  I have no problem travelling alone or eating alone.  Trust me, it's by choice.  In some examples, it is excessive deference; in some, the coldest indifference; in some, utter bewilderment.  In any case, it drives me crazy to see a server's behavior change going from my table to a family of four across the aisle.  
  
  Second, I have to tell this story about marinara sauce.  Maybe this was a cultural disparity, or maybe this girl was dumber than a box of rocks.  You make the call.  I ordered a calzone and, when it came out, asked for some marinara sauce.  "I don't know what that is.  I don't think we have that."  "Uh...tomato sauce?"  "Oh, sure, okay."  And as she's walking away, I think, "Come on, we both speak English here.  How can you work in food service and not know what marinara sauce is?  And this is a PIZZA HOUSE?"  Okay, so maybe they don't call it "marinara" in Scotland.  After all, I read that the boom in Americanized Italian cooking in the United States occurred after WWII GIs returned from tours of duty in Italy raving about the food that they had eaten there; so maybe British Italian cooking is different than what evolved in the U.S.
  
  So she comes back with a dish full of...ketchup.  Wow.  Okay, that was funny.  We clearly have a cultural barrier here, for which I can't fault her.  The thought of ruining a perfectly good calzone with ketchup offends me, but oh well.  Third try:  "Uh, actually I wanted tomato sauce, like pasta sauce.  Like pizza sauce--what you would put on the pizzas?"  "I don't think we have that."  Now I'm just stunned.  My mind is going through all these wild possibilities, such as, Maybe they don't use tomato sauce on their pizzas here...?  Nothing but white pizza?  So I splutter, "Wh--uh--what?  Don't you make your pizzas with tomato sauce?  Any of the pizzas?  Like those folks over there, that seems to be a regular pizza, with tomato sauce, right?"  "Oh, like THAT stuff?  You want that in a dish?"  And then she looked at me as if I had a weird skin disease but she didn't want to be impolite but she was failing and still making a face.  You know that look, right?  So anyway, then she brought me the marinara sauce, but what the fuck.
  
  So the calzone was good--a vegetable calzone, which included corn!  And they made me a delightful little chocolate sundae with cookie pieces at the end, so I was mostly satisfied with the experience other than those two minutes which I will never forget as long as I live.

• Dennis H.

  star star star star star 25 June 2026

  I go into scribbles most nights after work and i can't fault the staff or  the  service and believe me i am a miserable bugger at the best of times so i find it easy to find fault.  If you want a treat there home made cakes especially the carrot cake are to die for