Mystique Pizza

So does everyone here get take-​out? I only ask because there were a few seats near the front but nowhere to sit other than that.
I stopped by with the bf and his lilbro because they were hungry and there was no food left at the afterparty we were attending at the bar next door. They ordered a couple slices of pizza and I had a bite. They get bonus points for being open as late as they are, and while the pizza was not bad in any way, I wonder how the slices are made because they sell by slice even at night. Are the special ingredients just tossed on top of a premade slice, or do they premake the pizzas and then reheat? If it was just that, they’d still get 3 stars, but there seemed to be a lot of drunk people in the area NOT TO MENTION the homeless people who were not shy at all about coming in and asking us for money. (One even asked another customer to use his chapstick!)

I think this is Pranzo Pizza now. If so it deserves 5 starts. I don’t know if it’s new management since I never went to Mystique Pizza, but they share the same address so I assume it got taken over.
Read the reviews on Pranzo Pizza, exceptional!

I went here several times on vacation! It was always hot and delicious! Although there were customers always waiting in line, they got the pizza out quick. They also have several sizes with several flavors and combination’s available!

In a drunken stupor, I managed to call the first Unilocal result for «soma pizza.» I was not disappointed.
The pizza dude took his time getting here (45m?) but the pizza was most excellent. Good crust, good sauce. Didn’t try any fancy toppings; the pepperoni was solid though.
A+++, will buy again.

This name thing is confusing. The sign outside clearly says Mythic Pizza. Maybe that’s the myth… or mystique. Either way, it’s good pizza.
I had a slice of cheese for $ 2.50 and that sucker seemed to come out pretty fresh. Nothing to complain about with this slice. The green neon sign will either add to the charm or ruin it for you. Not really a spot I could feel comfortable in for more time than it takes to eat a couple slices, but maybe they want it that way.

Only delivery in SOMA after midnight. when we called the employee that answered sounded drunk/​high. we asked for the meat lovers pizza and his reply was «is that the one with all of the meats on it?»
The pizza arrived on time but was by far the WORST pizza we have ever had. I don’t know how someone can mess up a pizza that bad– cheese was a gross glutinous mass, the pepperoni was mega salty, and the crust was soggier than I ever thought possible.

Officially: 3.75 Stars.
I was drunk at Mr. Smiths, so not very picky. I was thrilled to have an option other than Carl’s Jr. The slice of veggie pizza I had was most likely made earlier in the day, but was covered with fresh cheese and heated really well; that is, not cold in the middle and burned on the sides but just.good.
Sauce taste was non-​existent in my drunk mouth, but the crust was good; regular thickness but also crispy.
The downside is, 8 dollar minimum for credit card charge. The upside, the guys inside were SUPER nice, and let me get away with 7 bucks, and they take American Express. My drunk ass ate there, and I believe I was singing Foreigner songs, chatting with the guys behind the counter, and being generally obnoxious the whole time.
Lots of cold water and Gatorade. they know their clientele.
They were even polite to the bums who cam in trying to get free stuff.
You know what? I take it back. Officially 4 stars. I love good service.

I ordered Mystique Pizza by mistake. OK, that’s not exactly true, but I was thoroughly confused before and after making my order. Here’s how it went down.
After having a problem ordering from EZ Pizza, which is usually easy to order from, I was frustrated that I had waited all that time only to find out that my order had never gone through. After calling EZ Pizza multiple times with no answer, I went back to
and looked for another place still delivering.
I had ordered from Mythic Pizza on Haight Street before, so I clicked on the icon. But for some reason
has the wrong icon, so I actually ended up at Mystique Pizza’s online-​ordering site. I was suspicious of this place – who wants his pizza to have a mystique about it? – but the prices were right, and they were still delivering, so I gave them a try.
As usual I had to add toppings in order to get to the delivery minimum, but this wasn’t a problem as Mystique Pizza has some good prices. The pizza arrived quickly, and it was good.
It’s a relief that there are still four-​star pizza places to discover.

Not to be confused with the similarly-​named (and equally meh) 1988 Julia Roberts film, this pizzeria is what it is: inexpensive and best enjoyed while intoxicated. Sadly, I was sober when I ordered, so only too aware of the almost bitter acidity of their sauce, which let’s face it – is the one ingredient that can make or break a pie. I’m gonna go out on a limb and admit that I think I’d rather re-​watch «Mystic Pizza» than eat here again. Sorr.

The pizza was doughy and nothing to write home about. I will only eat here again if I am drunk enough not to remember it the next day. Don’t call for delivery… read below as to why.
So I call Escape from New York to get some pizza delivered but apparently they don’t deliver to the TL so I call Mystique cause I have a coupon. The man that I speak with on the phone barely speaks English. He asks for my phone number and after trying to tell him it for a good 2 minutes I ask what his native language is. Spanish… great I speak spanish. poorly but I can say my phone number. But he still can’t get it. He gives me a hard time about the coupon saying he does not know what I am talking about but I am staring at the coupon. He finally gives in and we get off the phone.
30 minutes later he calls me and asks me to call the driver to make sure he knows how to get to my house. WTF!?? For real? So I call the guy and he is arriving as we speak, he gives me the pizza. I give him my credit card. He crudely writes the number down on a piece of scrap paper and has me sign it.
10 Minutes later the delivery guy calls and asks me to clarify the card number because he wrote it down wrong. The pizza was mediocre and the wings were ok. The service was disastrous and infuriating.

I used to live in the lower haight where the Mythic is really good. This one however, doesnt have as good of pizza or any pictures of Mecca… WTF! The pizza in SoMa is average at best, with cheese that will solidify in seconds on you. It’s cheap, it’s descent and for me its close, that’s a bout it. Oh and please do not go there for the chicken parm, I didnt even finish the whole thing, and I know chicken parms. Even whole foods has a far superior sandwich.

Yummy enough at 3 am.

I go to club six mezzanine — anywhere the 280 takes me, and I like to eat after — I like mythic pizza, its more expensive than chicos, same bums and meth heads, but better food and drink options.
The guys who work the really late shift on weekdays are angels. I come in and the guys says — you look tired. If only he knew what a day that was.
Then, I can’t find my wallet. I can only find my coin purse which still has enough to cover my pizza. I figure its in the car, but I dont want to run out to sixth street in front of some drugged-​up yelling dudes at 1 am alone looking for it. They don’t give me shit about all the change. He said its fine — and then I was throwing more of the coins in the tip jar —
I’m feeling better because my bag isn’t as heavy and I know I’m not going to be hungry for long.
Then the superstar of a dude at the register takes change out of the tip jar and gives it to me — «for a phone call, just in case.» Bless this man and all his coworkers.
And the pizza was decent — it was warmed up premade slice w new toppings and cheese but its 1am. And I am hungry and totally glad I stopped by.

What? I thought it was delicious pizza!
We came after a concert at the Warfield. Not much looked appetizing, but hot, fresh pizza always does. This ended up being above-​average good.

Update: my original review was pretty harsh, since the ‘hood is so lousy, that translates into lower rent and lower $ food.
It’s one of the only places in outer soma I know of that makes or even understands what a chicken parm hero is.
Ordering another one now.
Original review
Busted, broken beings bespeckle this blighted, befouled neighborhood.
Imagine the *pops-​out-​from-​inside-​your-​stomach* creature from Aliens emerging from a festering boil
Now mutliply that a hundred-​tessaractillion times and you may start to approach the quality of life on 6^th street near Mission and Howard.
It’s so bad that the cops don’t even care about overt hard-​drug use/​sales on the sidewalks, or the people, literally laying in the gutter
The joint itself is located in a SRO gov’t type of hotel who’s inhabitants have more self inflicted deformities than that crazy freak show scene in Total Recall
The only time you should possiblly consider this place is if your are highly intoxicated and stumbling out of the Warfield, even then don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Gives by-​the-​slice a whole new, unsavory meaning.

The pizza here (at least the cheese) is pretty decent I think — there’s only a million places in the area, and this is the most New York like.
But do NOT eat this pizza on an empty stomach — I’ve done it twice and had a grease-​ache from it.
That being said, it’s one of the bigger and less doughy slices in the area.

I wonder if I’m reviewing the same restaurant as these other people. It was late at night on an evening where it seemed like everything was going wrong. We were hungry, but had little hope we’d find anything decent a short walk away from the Warfield. We tried the taquiera first, but they had a step to get inside the front door. Given the mood I was in, I decided to pass on the place before I lost it and went ADA on their asses.
My boyfriend spotted pizza in the distance, and I followed him there like a cold, deaf, zombie. The place got points for:
* No fucking stairs
* Small, but clean. Not nearly as ghetto looking as the area.
* They stocked Mexican Coke.
* The owner? noticed that I was shivering and said I could close the door.
* They made us a really good, fresh, pizza. Sure, it was greasy. It was also good food in middle of the night in SOMA. If you care so much about getting the best pizza, go to New York and leave the rest of us alone to enjoy our artery clogging slightly imperfect pies. We might have gotten especially fresh pizza since we asked for no cheese, so re-​heating something was probably not an option, but still, it was very not at all bad. I’d give this place 4.5 stars if I could.

I love pizza and I’m not picky, just like how I love coffee and cigarettes (i know, evil me), and will pretty much smoke any cigarette handed to me and drink any cup of coffee.
But I really had to draw the line with this place. I gave it three attempts and called it quits.
My first visit was a slize of pepperoni. It wasn’t cum-​in-​my-​pants-​good, but it wasn’t horrible,
My second visit was a meatball sandwich (man, I miss those east coast meatball subs). It tasted like a dirty sock that you started to wash in the washing machine, but decided to take it out for some unknown reason.
My third and final visit was a slice of vegetarian. Blech!
Seriously, people. I don’t care if you are italian, Greek, Mexican, African-​American, Israeli, irish, whatever – putting stuff on top of an old slice of cheese pizza and sticking it in the oven for a few minutes IS NOT HOW YOU MAKE PIZZA.
This dude put some raw green bell peppers and some raw mushrooms on a slice of cheese pizza and stuck it in the over for a few miniutes. The veggies were still raw as all hell and fell off the slice (with the cheese, mind you) so that all I was left with was a sad limpy piece of dough with oil and sauce and a pile of cheese and raw vegetables.
If you must stick to peppperoni and if you don’t eat meat or meat-​like products, stick to cheese. And if you’re a vegan, what the hell are you doing at a pizza place?

I gave Chicos 2 star… and this place is at least 50% better than Chicos, so thats how i come up with the star recommendation.
Their garlic bread is way better than the pizza, the eye candy is way better than the rest of 6^th street (lots of club 6, fly-​girl types), the variety is impressive on its own right — being able to construct your own pizza is admirable at 2am…
Not nearly as good as orgasmica — or anywhere you’d wanna eat sober — but if you need something to soak up the alcohol, are on 6^th street and mirch masala is closed — this is the only real option…

Pizza… PETE-​suh. A word that doesn’t sound the way it spells, or spells the way it sounds. Sometimes life throws you curve balls like that. It’s kinda like jumbo shrimp… can a shrimp truly be jumbo… or do we simply need it to be? I find one must let go of such banalities in order to move forward in life.
In the meantime, it looks like Mythic Pizza decided to open up a second store in the heart of the glamorous corridor known as 6^th Street, a true gourmet ghetto. Now here we go again… can a ghetto be truly gourmet, or can gourmet truly thrive in a ghetto?
I guess the response is a tentative affirmative if you consider good pizza gourmet. So should you tire of the crowds at Tu Lan or feel clucked out at Louisiana Fried Chicken, you can just saunter just a few feet south and get a slice here. It’s honestly quite good if you can just gird your loins walking on this rather unsavory block.
My friend and I ordered the medium-​sized Mythic Special to go for $ 16. It was basically the works or the kitchen sink or the combination or whatever you want to call it. That’s frankly cheaper than either SOMA Pizza or Extreme Pizza, my other neighborhood choices. And it was tastier and far less greasy.
FOOD — 4 stars… good pizza, probably my new favorite in my ‘hood
AMBIANCE — 3 stars… well, they keep a clean shop even if the owner has to keep poker-​faced as crazed street people ask him for free cheese
SERVICE — 4 stars… a good guy doing a good job in a tough spot
TOTAL — 4 stars… hey, I want to encourage Mythic to stick around… grab a slice before a show at the Warfield or the Golden Gate