Pitfire Pizza: 650 Drives Later and Totally Worth the Carb Load

“Every pizza is a personal pizza if you try hard enough and believe in yourself.” – Bill Murray.
Honestly, truer words have never been spoken.

So after three years and roughly 650 drive-bys, Ron and I finally pulled the trigger and stopped at Pitfire Pizza. That’s right—after setting what must be a Westside record for most consecutive “next times,” we finally became “this time” people.

Parking tip: if you have an SUV, skip the parking lot. It’s tighter than a jar of pickles your grandma closed in 1984. Park on Washington, stretch your legs, and pretend you planned to walk off your future pizza calories.

Inside, the scene is bustling—lines at the door, the smell of dough and roasted garlic in the air, and people who look just a little too pleased with themselves for finding a table. Grab a menu, grab a drink (there’s a solid selection of local beers and wines), and prepare your stomach for joy.

We kicked things off with the Little Gem Caesar Salad, which is—no exaggeration—one of the best salads I’ve had west of La Brea. Tangy dressing, crispy breadcrumb croutons, anchovy for that “grown-up umami” vibe, and enough Parmesan to make an Italian nonna tear up. Technically big enough for two, but let’s be honest—you won’t want to share.

Then came the pizzas:
Say Cheese – mozzarella, provolone, and Parmesan, aka the holy trinity of comfort.
Honey Bear – mozzarella, provolone, ricotta, sausage, honey, Calabrian chili, and bee pollen. Yes, bee pollen. Turns out, it’s not just for fancy smoothies—it’s for pizza dreams, too. Sweet, spicy, and slightly dangerous. My kind of pizza.

We also took a detour into snack territory with Roasted Chicken Meatballs and Cheesy Knots. The meatballs were tender little flavor bombs, perfect with the grilled Superba bread. The knots? Buttery, garlicky, mozzarella-laden masterpieces that make you wonder why you ever wasted time on side salads.

And because we believe in balance (and by “balance” I mean balancing dessert on top of everything else), we finished with the Smothered Sundae—homemade chocolate chip cookies and brownies topped with vanilla soft-serve ice cream, more brownies, cookies chocolate and caramel sauce, and almonds.
It’s not dessert. It’s a full-body experience. You will need a nap.

Three years and 650 missed opportunities later, we can officially confirm: Pitfire Pizza is worth the hype, the carbs, and the parking struggle.