Hitchin Post Pizza

Great place to stop for lunch on your way back from camping. There are lots of choices for the whole family. Friendly and quick service. I’m not sure what they do to the crust, but it is delicious!!!

Fun place to go with friends and family. They have good pizza and the best (only) gyros in town. The drinks are good too.

We decided to go here based solely on Amanda L.‘s review — thank god for Unilocal!The bartender was helpful and welcoming and we felt super comfortable. We took over the juke box, ordered a chanterelle mushroom pizza and a pitcher of ipa, took a trip to the salad bar, and proceeded to have a grand old time.
It was Halloween weekend and they were having a hilarious and awesome party full of obvious Estacada locals dressed up and pounding jello shots. We happened to win the raffle and scored a sweet Captain Morgan’s t-​shirt and a bottle opener. Our check was cheap as fuck and the pizza totally hit the spot, especially after the pitcher of beer and a few jello shots. Good job Estacada!

Let’s say you’ve just been to Bagby Hotsprings and gotten nekkid in a wooden tub that smells like sulfur turd water.
Let’s also say, hypothetically, that a bottle of cheap wine was consumed and you absentmindedly left the hotsprings at twilight without a flashlight.
After which you frighteningly carved your way through the pitch-​black dark woods with only a dying cellphone to guide you.
And then the cellphone literally died as you were crossing the last bridge that led to the parking lot where your car was parked, its outline barely discernible in the dim moonlight.
Let’s just say that all of this happened and you were simply glad to be alive and what you really wanted was a beer and a slice of pizza to revel in the joie de vivre after your near-​death traipse through the woods.
So you find yourself driving home through the weird little Oregon town of Estacada.
You find a microbrewery on main street Estacada and after walking in are inexplicably turned-​away by a bro who seems more befitted to a SoCal beach town than somewhere in rural Oregon. He suggests, in his best dudeisms, that hip chicks such as yourselves would be better off at some western bar down the road.
You locate the western bar, but the monster-​wheeled trucks outside of it scare you away, so you look across the street and see Hitchin’ Post Pizza.
The 110-​year-​old bartender eyeballs your drivers license for about 10-​minutes, scrutinizing the fact that your hair used to be blond and your face was a bit fuller back then. And hell, you’re 30-​years-​old, but far-​be-​it for her to actually look at the smile-​lines forming around your eyes because, well, she’s 110-​years-​old and so everyone looks like a minor to her.
And in fact, she herself sort-​of looks like one of the witchy Halloween decorations hanging on the wall of the bar, but after she decides your IDs aren’t fake she’s actually kind-​of adorable and a decent conversationalist.
All of that being said, you might smell a bit like sulfur-​poo and it’s probably pretty obvious that you’re a homo, but the 110-​year-​old bartender doesn’t hold that against you and even changes the TV channel to ESPN and lets you stay past closing-​time.
And the cheese pizza was also pretty damn good.