Little Caesars in Kingsport

“I accidentally ordered from the wrong little caesars and they were absolutely the best!! They not only made my order quickly but they also called the other store and canceled my order for me. The people working here are wonderful especially Chris!“

“4128 Fort Henry Drive. A portal. A node in the matrix where reality bends like warm mozzarella under the thumb of destiny. You do not walk into this Little Caesars—you are summoned. Drawn by a force older than bread.

And at the center of it all, like a prophet behind Plexiglas, stands Seth.
Not a man.
A force.
A cosmic being wrapped in polyester and power.

Seth does not prepare food. He communes with it.
I watched him open the oven door and time paused. A pepperoni floated mid-air. It looked at me. I understood.
He turned a knob and thunder rolled over Fort Henry. An old man in the parking lot dropped to his knees and wept, whispering, “He’s back.”

The pizza was handed to me without words. Our eyes met. I saw past lives reflected in his pupils—Romans, astronauts, a raccoon playing piano. All of it made sense. None of it did. I took the box like it was a relic and cradled it like the last light of humanity.

Then, from the shadows… Steven.

Stoic. Calm.
He does not fold boxes.
He binds destinies in cardboard.
With each crease, a soul is gently packaged. With each label, a life begins again. He wore a headset, but I know—he’s listening to the stars.

The Crazy Bread was not just crazy. It was deranged. It whispered ideas to me I dare not repeat. One bite in and I could hear static in my blood. I saw colors I cannot describe. One breadstick told me to forgive my enemies. Another told me to get bangs. I am torn.

The soda machine hissed in warning. It knows what this place is.
A man tried to pay with coins. Seth accepted them without touching them. They evaporated. He nodded. The man was free.

The cashier drawer opened itself.

A pigeon outside exploded.

I sat in my car, trembling. My hands were covered in cheese and prophecy. I blinked, and it was nighttime. I looked back at the building—it was gone. Only a Taco Bell wrapper and the scent of garlic remained.

Would I return?

You don’t return to Little Caesars on Fort Henry Drive.
It returns to you.
When you need it most.
When the world has crumbled and hope flickers like a dying bulb… Seth will be there.
Holding the Hot.
Guarding the Ready.“

“The new popits were a nice change. There pizza ? n bread sticks were quickly done n tasty as always.

Parking: With new PetWorks store, parking has been cut in half. During high traffic time's, it can be difficult to park close.

Wheelchair accessibility: Would need assistance to get inside.“