Is there parking nearby?

Street parking is available on 30th Street and surrounding North Park blocks, though it can fill up during dinner rush. There's no dedicated lot, so arrive early or go during lunch if parking stress isn't your thing.

Do I need a reservation or can I just walk in?

Walk-ins are welcome and the spot handles them fine—it's casual and fast-moving. No reservations needed, which is part of why it works as a reliable neighborhood joint.

What pizza should I order on my first visit?

Start with the Mr. Moto (sausage, chorizo, and burrata) or the California if you want to see what they do with their signature style. The garlic knots are legit and worth ordering on the side.

Is this place good for kids?

Yeah, it's definitely kid-friendly—casual vibe, quick service, and pizza is always a win. Families come here regularly and it's a solid neighborhood staple for that reason.

Yes, dogs are welcome on the outdoor seating area. North Park has good patio culture and Mr. Moto delivers on that front.

What if I'm vegetarian or vegan?

They've got vegetarian options and can work with you on custom pizzas. Ask about what cheese they're using if dairy matters to your order.

What's the best time to visit if I want to avoid a wait?

Lunch tends to be quieter than dinner rush, especially mid-week. Early evening before 6 p.m. is your sweet spot for getting in and out without the crowd.

Mr. Moto Pizza North Park — Restaurants in North Park, San…

“Mr. Moto Pizza North Park deals in New York-style slices, not Neapolitan reverence—bigger, greasier, built for folding.”

While Tribute Pizza up the street chases wood-fired Neapolitan precision, Mr. Moto plays a different game entirely: oversized NYC-style pies with toppings that would make a purist wince and regulars grin. This is pizza as generous, chaotic abundance—chorizo and burrata on the Mr. Moto, spinach and artichoke on the California, everything stretching past the rim of the slice. The crust holds the fold, the cheese pulls in long strings, and nobody's here to debate hydration percentages.

It's the kind of spot that makes sense on 30th Street's casual end, where outdoor tables fill with groups splitting larges and garlic knots. Service runs the gamut from efficient-but-unsmiling to genuinely warm, depending on who's working the counter—this isn't a place banking on hospitality theater. You order at the register, grab a beer from the cooler if you want one, and settle in at a picnic table or take the whole box to Morley Field.

The Hulk (pesto, spinach, ricotta) shows up in reviews as often as the signature Mr. Moto, and the garlic knots earn their own fan club. Vegetarian combinations actually get attention here, not just grudging accommodation. It's determinedly unfussy—no craft cocktails, no small plates, no reservations. Just big pizzas with unexpected toppings, priced to feed a group without planning a budget meeting first.

Parking's the usual 30th Street gamble. Peak dinner hours mean a wait, but turnover's quick. It's not trying to be your special-occasion pie; it's trying to be the place you hit twice a month because the California loaded with toppings costs less than two cocktails anywhere else in the neighborhood.