Pizza My Heart, Capitola

Pizza my Heart in Capitola Village was a pilgrimage each summer growing up. A culinary memory that will never die. Getting two slices, one thick, one thin and eating on the sand was three slices of heaven! Did it matter that sand could blow onto your pizza? Was that really dried oregano in the communal shaker? Did it worry me that the hygiene back in the 80’s probably wasn’t up to standards with that care-free kitchen crew at Pizza my Heart? I was 16, I was invincible, hygiene wasn’t concern. Cheap fuel was. The best pizza! Sure, Pizza my Heart seems a little more corporate now, less choice, but I still show up at the counter whenever I’m in Capitola or Emeryville.