Pizza Pie

Before I moved back to SF and was planning a weekend trip to the city by the bay after a year and a half away, a friend told me we should hit newly opened Little Star because folks were saying its deep-dish pizza kicked Zachary's ass. No way, I said. There is just no way. Zach's has always had a special place in my heart (and belly); gobbling up the heavenly chicken deep dish (made with hunks of baked chicken breast, mushrooms, and a zesty basil, garlic, tomato sauce with mozzarella cheese) on a monthly basis for 4 years will do that to you. Needless to say, I was more than prepared to expose Little Star for the poser that it was.

Half a dozen visits later, I can happily admit I was wrong. The SF pizzeria is insanely good. Last week, the Little Star (spinach with ricotta and feta, mushrooms, onions and garlic) was my preferred pie of choice, but the classic and vegetarian are equally as good. Couple that with a good bottle of red and there's no way the warm fuzzies won't knock you on your ass (in a good way, of course).