I am more of a burger person than a pizza person. I more enjoy the juicy-ness of a beef as compared to the gooey-ness of a mozzarella cheese. I can’t actually remember when I boast or wrote about a pizza. Maybe it’s because my pizza experiences has always been a letdown. However, when I chomped on a slice in a pizza joint in Castro Street, I promised myself that I have to write about it.
It’s Oz Pizza. After grasping the LGBT vibe and feel of Castro streets in San Francisco, I decided to have pizza for lunch. This was because of a pregnant lady with a young kid gleefully munching on a big box of pizza slices at the patio table of Oz Pizza. Water falls came down from my oral cavity while seeing them do colossal bites and enormous chomping of their pizza.
Since I am not a pizza person, and there were too many varieties to choose from, I asked the mild and smiling attendant for a recommendation. He endorsed the Combo, which I supposed is a mix of all toppings in their menu. I gladly obliged. And on my first bite, I realized that the attendant knew what he is endorsing. The crust was chewy and crispy at the same time, which I personally prefer. The toppings, which by the way is so generous, were all tasty and flavorful. That slice was one spectacular treat!
Though there is nothing to praise about the interiors of the eatery, the wonderful taste and impressive quality of their pizza however compensates for all this drag. I am not a pizza person but if Oz Pizza will be the one offered to me, I will gladly drop a sumptuous burger for it.