A short story

about a pizza named


Jack

Can you spare a few minutes for about half a century of pizza history?

It started with a tape measure.

To park a ’49 Plymouth, a garage must be 17 feet long and 8 feet wide. That’s still a pretty snug fit. Take away the car, however, and you’ve got more than enough room for a pizza oven. From a small town in Wisconsin, this is the story of Jack’s.


What happened next?

Let’s just say it didn’t take long to outgrow the garage. Decades later, we’re still using honest ingredients, savory sauce and real 100% Wisconsin cheese. Hey, nobody said the recipe was a secret. 


America’s Dairyland, indeed. 

When you make pizza in a state that’s known for cheese, you don’t have to wait long for fresh Mozzarella. All that’s keeping it from getting here faster is the Wisconsin speed limit. 


But wait, who’s Jack?

Glad you asked. But that’s not for us to answer. After all, when a hectic day calls for a good meal, you know Jack better than anyone.