Landini's Pizzeria

While Buon Appetito doubles down on red-sauce ritual and RoVino spins rotisserie birds, Landini's built its India Street corner around New York–style slices and the kind of no-agenda patio that turns a quick lunch into an accidental afternoon. The hot honey pepperoni gets mentioned most—that trendy sweet-heat combo done competently, which matters when half the neighborhood spots still think innovation means adding arugula. The meatball-ricotta pie pulls the same crowd, though reviews suggest this is weeknight fuel more than occasion cooking.

The setup is pure pizzeria pragmatism: order at the counter, grab a table upstairs or claim a spot on the back patio where dogs and kids blur into the same low-stakes energy. Pasta shows up in reviews—chicken pesto with sun-dried tomatoes, standard trattoria stuff—but this isn't the place you come for hand-rolled cavatelli. It's where you land when you want something filling before the passeggiata or need to feed a group without reservations or pretense.

The location practically touches the Little Italy sign, which makes it tourist-adjacent by default, but locals use it differently: as the fallback when everywhere else has a wait, the spot that does delivery without drama, the patio that welcomes your dog without making a thing of it. Service moves fast enough to work for a lunch break, though one reviewer's cold pizza suggests quality control wobbles during rushes.

Parking's the usual India Street nightmare—street spots disappear by 11 a.m., so either walk from Piazza della Famiglia or resign yourself to the pay lot on Kettner. The patio's the real draw, especially when the weather cooperates and you can stretch a $12 slice-and-beer into an hour of people-watching. Not the neighborhood's best Italian cooking, but maybe its most functional.