As I stepped into Pizzeria Mozza I was knee deep in the Los Angeles portion of my West Coast escapade. By then, my stomach was well-coated with some of LA’s greatest culinary offerings; but, that didn’t diminish my anticipation for this pie. Stationed just off Melrose Ave, one of Hollywood’s many famed thoroughfares, Mozza is widely cited pizza mecca as this Mario Batali/Nancy Silverton/Joseph Bastianich pizza joint comes backed by reputations steeped in greatness.
Greatness might be an understatement. Pizzeria Mozza has received lustful and unequivocally reverent praise from the famed Michelin Guide, the LA Times, the gang at SLICE, and just about every other foodie known to you or me. The bustling atmosphere and oodles of pizza porn further galvanized my about to be realized dreams.
Even on a random mid-afternoon Sunday, the pizzeria teemed with energy. Tables were full and bar patrons happily munched and drank the afternoon away. Meanwhile, servers whisked about and Mozza’s crack commando team of pizzaiolos slung dough with the symphonic-like moves of a master Kapellmeister. I was expecting to be face first in pizza glory just as soon as I could wrangle myself a seat.