Lost Pizza Co. • 2540 Old Shell Road – Mobile, AL 36606 • 251-901-1020
What is this world coming to? I’m doing more than one pizza review in a year, let alone a few weeks apart? Yeah, I know I’m sounding like a hypocrite, but this review has teeth. Plus, it’s more than pizza by a long shot. You worry about you and whether or not this review sounds helpful. Read on.
I was inundated with the flavors of Thanksgiving long before the blessed day came around. It was hardly within earshot if it had hollered from the calendar, and I had already made a couple of pans of dressing, roasted two turkey breasts (fantastically, if I may non-humbly brag), cooked a copious amount of giblet gravy and enjoyed my wife’s broccoli casserole and sweet potatoes.
The spirit had prematurely infiltrated our willing bodies, and we were fully possessed. I was giving away leftovers in an attempt to not spoil my upcoming Sacred Thursday and needed a break from turkey. What on earth could be less Thanksgiving-like than pizza? Well, maybe Asian or Indian, but the new Lost Pizza Co. was closer to my house.
These guys don’t even have their liquor license yet, but their soft opening has already garnered fans in Midtown. At the time of this writing, this Mississippi-based (Indianola, 2007) chain had temporary hours from 3-9 p.m. at the corner of Old Shell Road and Florida Street. Unlike the delivery specialists at neighboring Marco’s across the parking lot, Lost Pizza excels at dine-in at the newly renovated spot, formerly the Shrimp Basket.
After a hard day of working, I called a dinner audible and had Katie and Henry join me for a night away from the kitchen. The parking lot was full, but that was deceptive since Taco Mama and Rock N Roll Sushi share the asphalt. There was plenty of room at the inn.
I was a bit saddened to find there was no beer. I offered to leave Katie stranded with the 3-year-old while I zipped into Publix for a sixer, but she wasn’t keen on the idea. Like Taco Mama, this is an order-at-the-counter place with delivery to your table and self-serve fountain drinks, so we nestled into a booth with a giant #2 for the card stand.
The first thing I noticed is this place operates swiftly. They turn tables, getting your food out at a record pace, and our first taste was fried ravioli ($6.49). One bite of these fairly large beef and cheese pastas and Henry was hooked. “These are mine,” he said, as he dipped one into the marinara.
Oh, the mind of a toddler. He probably thought the Halloween candy he collected was all his, as well. Mommy and Daddy pay the bills around here, so you’ll be passing that basket counter-clockwise around the table, even if we have to distract you. Oh, look! Is that a cow on the roof?
Up next was the big-ticket item. Hot tamales ($9.29 per half dozen) were my personal favorite. It makes sense this place began in Indianola. Delta tamales are what we called them growing up. I say these are super fine. There was something aromatic about them — I’m guessing chili powder, cumin, maybe onion powder, but definitely a hint of cayenne for a slightly heated finish. A side of saltines went untouched. These are a home run for me.
When we got to pizza, I wanted something different. I found it in an individual-sized Fatboy’s Bacon Cheeseburger pizza ($9.59). I ordered mine with a thick crust to support the ground beef, bacon and red onions on ketchup and mustard with cheddar. You can get it topped with lettuce and tomato (I didn’t) or pickles (I did), too. As ridiculous as this sounded, I actually liked it. Butch Cassidy’s across the street is in no danger of losing hamburger business to this thing, but it’s still good if you’re looking for nontraditional.
My little ravioli-eating, lavender soap-using, Zeppelin-loving preschooler needed a Happy Hippie pizza ($9.49). It had a subtle amount of spinach under fresh tomatoes, artichoke hearts, green peppers, onions and black olives. This is his speed, but mostly eaten the next day after his appetizer onslaught.
You can take the girl out of Memphis, but it’s hard to take the Memphis out of the girl. My bride had the Pit Boss pizza ($9.69). This is their barbecue pizza with pulled pork, red onion, cheddar and bacon with a little barbecue sauce drizzled on top. Of the three pizzas, Katie thought hers was the best. Katie was right.
Despite the diminutive size, these personal pizzas are very filling. No one finished, even with the sharing. Of all the signature pizzas on the menu, it seems The Otis takes the cake. This is the favored pizza of the staff members who were kind enough to lend me an opinion. It’s jacked with as much meat as you can get on a crust. Bacon, ham, pepperoni, Italian sausage, pork sausage, ground beef and chicken breast — all of the meat on the menu, save the pulled pork and meatballs.
The dessert options were short but rich with dessert pizzas in chocolate cheesecake, pineapple or strawberry, as well as cinnamon sticks. Not tonight, Satan. Not tonight. I had two more days to Thanksgiving.
So, what’s not to like? Nothing. I’ve tried to find something to criticize, but so far, am yet to find it. One of you will unearth something and no doubt let me know, but right now, I am pleased. When that beer license gets here in I’ll be glad to eat tamales and slug a couple of pilsners while my family eats pizzas.
I didn’t intend to review this place so early, but I was so impressed with the service, speed and flavor I had to. It’s a franchise, yeah, but it’s a great one. I’m anxious to see how this one works out. I’ll be back for a normal pizza and wings soon. Enjoy.
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