Micah R.
Yelp
Okay, so let's put it this way: Moto Pizza is the Taylor Swift of Pizza.
An online order today get you a pizza in mid-September. What? Are you serious? Pick up at 8:45pm. No joke.
But if you show up like I did @ 3:30pm, when it opens at 4 pm, they, as they mention on their web site's question page: "we may have extra dough."
Speaking of dough, for basically $25, you can dine in or walk out with a heavy, (9"ishx9"ish and 2"-3" thick-ish) pie, quartered w/ unorthodox topping combos that could replace patio pavers. The whole transaction takes about 20-minutes from the order. It's given to you from a happy-go-lucky employer. With pride, it's all yours. Enjoy it like the extended 10-minute version of "All Too Well."
Be that as it may, these pizzas fill you. They are good. They're unique. They're pizza marshmallows. They expand the tummy without knowing it, until the food coma arrives. But, I just can't shake the struggle within me to understand and/or justify the price. Yet, it just seemed as though life got extreme expensive post Covid. "Back in my day..." Pizza used to be under $15 for XL sizes.
Listen, if Swifty's are willing to put $200-$2000+ into T's bank account, then Moto can "supply" the "demand" at the price of pearls in a oyster less world. In other words there is probably a need for Market Adjustment, but trending north into the upper crust (excuse the pun).
Look it's great pizza. But the price makes it a novelty--like seeing Taylor Swift live and experiencing a literal earthquake doing so.
Enjoy the pizza. Spurge. Don't overthink the price. Shake, shake, shake, shake, Shake it off.
Just know you and inexpensive pizza are "never ever getting back together."