Napoli Pizza Grill in Galloway, NJ
319 E Jimmie Leeds Rd, Galloway, NJ 08205
Italian Restaurant in Galloway, NJ
Google Rating: 4.3/5.0
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https://www.napolipizzagrill.com/
Phone: (609) 748-8585
Napoli Pizza Grill is a local listing in Galloway, NJ. Google categorizes it as Italian Restaurant. Google lists the address as 319 E Jimmie Leeds Rd, Galloway, NJ 08205, USA. Google shows a 4.3 rating from 347 user ratings. The business is currently marked operational. This page is using verified details from Google for quick reference.
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