James Angelo's Underground Pizza — Restaurant in Hawaii

After dragging all 100 of our tender and defiled dogs through the Hawaiian wilderness for what felt like eternity we wandered upon a little slice of heaven. Once inside this exquisite establishment, my nostrils flared with the passion of a new born baby coming out of the womb, smelling the world for the first time. At that exact moment, the aroma of the crunchy, cheesy, yeast saucer shot into my nose. We peered around the corner and like something out of a Disney movie, a perfectly placed table awaited us. All us weary travelers slumped into our seat with the weight of the world on our shoulders. After enough time to chitchat and smell what mama was cookin, The fast but tender tiptoe of triple socked toes pitter pattered closer and heaven floated onto our table. He placed our yeast pucks topped everything from goat cheese to preblessed Roni’s with such a tender hearted release not even a splash of grease fell from the platter. Lucky for us our chapped lips tore asunder from hours of strenuous dog walking, soaked up the grease in a hydration bath like applying a fresh tub of Vaseline. At first we thought eating the pizza was a solo event, but quickly learned that pizza experienced together is much better for a thirsty soul. As we passed each slice around the table to be massaged and delivered airplane style in Blue angel levels of agility and swagger we grew closer together as a whole. We shared every slice so that nobody felt left out, with a resource so precious you kneed to divide the pies evenly. We sunk our dagger like fangs into the pie like a pizza vampire and the cheesy goodness turned out eyes bright yellow with a strong resemblance to terminal Jaundice. Every corner of the pizza saturated my body with joy. If we’re being honest, At first glance we didn’t expect to have such a Devine life changing, path altering, encounter in this side of the road pizza stop. Unfortunately we didn’t catch his name, but our lovely pizza enthusiast and creator left a impact on all our lives. John Dough… THANK YOU for shattering our expectations in the best ways imaginable and changing the meaning of Pizza for us in the process. Now it’s more than a flatbread yeast puck with sauce and cheese. It’s a way of life, a new chapter, and a reminder to always remember… with great power, comes great...

The pizza is very good. They have 2 sizes, 18" which is awesome. By default, they say that is the only size but if you order a gluten free pizza, it's 14" but it's the biggest 14" we've ever seen. My wife and daughter both loved the gluten free crust. The rest of us got an 18" meat lovers. Very delicious.

A couple of things to note, bring cash as they don't accept credit cards and the water is self serve from a cool filtration machine. The staff is super friendly but I don't think they get a lot of tourist because they seemed surprised that we didn't know their routine. Order your food. (But don't pay yet) Seat yourself. Go to the back by the kitchen door and get water (if you're drinking water) Eat then pay. Nothing wrong with the routine, it just confused us at first because it's a combination of fast food order at the counter and sit down restaurant.

I've attached a photo of the post where they're sign should be, so you won't accidentally pass them by. You simply must eat here, especially if you have gluten allergies...

amazing pizza, worth every penny. Call ahead for pick up, takes 15-20min depending on how busy they are. All fresh ingredients, housemade dough & sauce made daily at 4:30 am. Cooked Boston-style (thinner crust). Gluten free dough available. If you like a thicker crust ask for Sicilian. They do calzones and grinders/subs, sometimes lasagna on special. Cheesecake is authentic, must've found Ma's recipie. Cannolis aren't "Mike's Pastry" size (popular Boston North end pastry shop) but quality is there. Couple salads but who goes here for a salad?! BYOB theres a good wine market down the street or gas station across the street. Slices (which are huge, $5) at lunch time, usually all sold by dinner time. Service? Brah, it's a small local kine pizza joint run by Bostonians. So, help yourself, clean up after yourself, pay cash only, leave a tip, and let the cook watch his ovens. Important note, no TV, sorry...