Piazza Pizza and Beach Bodega — Restaurant in Florida

From the very first bite, it’s clear that this pizza is something extraordinary. The crust—crispy on the outside, soft and airy on the inside—provides the perfect foundation. It’s not just any crust, though; it’s a delicate balance of chewy and crunchy, with a slight char that adds a smoky depth.

The sauce, a rich and vibrant blend of tomatoes, garlic, and a hint of fresh herbs, is bursting with flavor without overwhelming the palate. It’s tangy, sweet, and just the right level of seasoned. The cheese—oh, the cheese! A blend of mozzarella and a dash of tangy parmesan, it melts perfectly, stretching with every bite, but never too greasy. It’s creamy, luscious, and holds everything together without masking the flavors.

Toppings are a masterpiece in their own right. Each ingredient—whether it’s the perfectly crispy bacon, the vibrant fresh basil, or the sweet caramelized onions—feels like it was carefully chosen to elevate the pizza to new heights. The combination of flavors is harmonious, each bite offering something new: a hint of spice, a savory punch, and a delicate sweetness.

Visually, this pizza is a work of art—golden-brown, with toppings that shine like jewels against the soft, doughy backdrop. The colors are as inviting as the smells that waft from it, filling the room with the promise of something extraordinary.

It’s not just food; it’s an experience. Each bite takes you deeper into the journey, where flavor, texture, and aroma come together in perfect harmony. This isn’t just pizza—it’s a celebration of everything great about the culinary world. Simply put: this is the best pizza...

Ode to a Margarita on Pensacola Beach

Beneath a sky of slate and silver, where the gulls Cry lonely notes that shiver through the salt-laced air, The waves, restless dancers, curl and fall, Breathing icy whispers into the twilight’s hair.

Pensacola Beach, a winter’s stark embrace, Where warmth is fleeting, but beauty still abounds. No summer sun to gild the sand’s pale face, Just the gentle hush of tides, their eternal rounds.

Here, in this chill, love finds a hearth aglow— Not in a fire’s blaze, nor a lover’s sigh— But in the yielding crust of a pizza, low And humble, yet touching the celestial sky.

Oh, Margarita! Thin-crust goddess of the flame, Born in the womb of an ancient, wood-fired art. Your charred edges whisper of creation’s name, Your warmth defies the cold, and wins the heart.

The mozzarella melts like snow on southern boughs, Its ivory pools a canvas for vibrant green. Basil leaves, like lovers’ vows, Sing of gardens kissed by sun unseen.

And the tomato! A burst of ruby fire, Its sweetness tempered by the sea-salt air. Each bite a hymn, a chord from heaven’s lyre, An echo of the earth, tender and rare.

The cold bites deep, yet here we linger still, Hands warmed by crusts, hearts by this fleeting feast. The waves may chill, but cannot quell the thrill Of simple joys that make the soul released.

So let the winter howl, let the darkness fall— Here on this beach, where pizza’s warmth alights, We’ve found a love that answers nature’s call, In every molten bite, our...

We usually make it a point to eat at Papa's Pizza when vacationing in Pensacola, but couldn't get near the boardwalk this year due to a lack of available parking. We decided to try this place since it was right across from our hotel and easily accessible. When we first walked in, none of the employees greeted us or even acknowledged us. After a few minutes a guy came around to take our very simple order - a single pepperoni pizza to go. After about 25 minutes we went up to the counter to see what was taking so long. The guy who took our order noticed us, then went and dug around in their warmer to find a pepperoni pizza while telling one of the cooks to make him another pepperoni. They had apparently neglected to prepare our pizza, so they just gave us someone else's that had been sitting there for who knows how long. At least he (sort of) fixed the problem, but he was not apologetic at all and just shrugged us off. I wish I could say the pizza was at least worth the wait, but it was not. The crust was soggy (likely from sitting in the warmer), the cheese was overly salty, and there was barely any sauce. Lesson learned - we will be holding out for Papa's next time, or we will do...