
Margherita $14
the OG. red, white & basil.
San Marzano tomato, fior di latte, fresh basil, cold-pressed olive oil.
We do six pizzas. Not sixty. Every one rides on the same slow dough — mixed in the morning, cold-proofed for three days, stretched by hand the minute you order. The oven does the rest: ninety seconds over oak and beech, leopard spots or it goes back.
No freezers. No shortcuts. No sad delivery discs. If a topping doesn't earn its place, it doesn't get on the peel.
Three-day dough, opened by hand — never rolled, never pressed. The air stays in the crust where it belongs.
San Marzano tomatoes crushed the same day, ladled in one lazy spiral. Salt, oil, done. Tomatoes this good don't need help.
Ninety seconds at 485°C over oak and beech. Leopard-spotted, blistered, out the door before the cheese stops moving.
“The pepperoni curls into crispy little cups of grease and joy. I have reorganized my week around this fact.”
“Walked in at 11:58pm expecting attitude. Got a fresh margherita and a wave. Open til midnight means open til midnight.”
“My kid asked if the basil was ‘from a movie.’ It is that green. The pesto should be studied.”
sun–thu 11–24 · fri–sat 11–02
every day 11–24
every day 17–02 · night oven
first pie out in 90 seconds. yours could be next.