I was thriving in LA, living the healthy life, dropping pounds like it was my job. Then No Name Pizza showed up next to my favorite hangout, and now I’m on a first-name basis with their personal pan pizzas. Forget the gym—I’m considering adding “pizza lifting” to my workout routine.
The crust? Perfectly crispy, like it read my diary and knew exactly what I wanted. The sauce? Rich and tangy, as if it’s made with the tears of pizza angels. The cheese? Oh, the cheese. It melts so beautifully, I think it’s auditioning for a rom-com.
It’s so good that I’m starting to think they put something addictive in the dough—like joy, or maybe just a whole lot of butter. If they don’t open a pizza rehab facility soon, I might need to stage an intervention for myself.
If you’re in LA and don’t try this pizza, are you even really living here? No Name Pizza deserves a name like “Best Pizza Ever,” but for now, I’ll just call it my...
Read moreI regularly have delicious meals at No Name: the pizza, wings, salad, and mozzarella sticks are all high quality and well priced. The food comes out pretty quick and you can get slices if you’re in a rush. In total, tasty food made with fresh ingredients at good value and...
Read moreWe miss Krispy Crust, we went on Sunday and the owner is amazing and the food was great. I ordered pizza today and the employee touched raw beef and then didn’t wash his hands before packaging my pizza. I had to throw the pizza away....
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