Pizza Passion In Hawaii at Inferno’s Woodfired Pizza

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Add another star in the quest for great pizza in Hawaii….

Inferno’s Pizza.

Without a doubt, this is one of the true hidden gems in all of Hawaii. Inferno’s is a portable pizza operation. Street food delivered with aloha! First, the pizza is simply outstanding. Excellent crust in a kiawe wood fired oven.

If you are looking for outstanding Hawaii pizza, you will find it here.

The pizzaiolo Kyle and co-owner John ooze pure passion for pizza. They want to take care of their customers. Believe me, if you love pizza, consider your self taken care of! And at $8 and $10 a pizza, you cannot go wrong!

Kyle and John have pizza passion. The crust was incredible. A superb Neapolitan pie right in Hawaii! My prediction, is Inferno’s will open a sit down restaurant within a year…

 Tomato Pizza from Inferno in Honolulu

 Arguably this may be some of the Best Pizza in Hawaii. Discover amazing Hawaii Pizza at the Hawaii Pizza Directory at Pizza Therapy.

Inferno’s Woodfire Pizza
306 Kalihi St
Honolulu, HI 96819
(808) 375-1200

 

 Visit Inferno’s Wood fire Pizza, here.

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Visit Inferno’s Wood Fire Pizza at their website, here.

Incredible Kiawe Wood fired Pizza: V Lounge

Here’s a quick secret.

You can find amazing Artisan style pizza at V Lounge. Created by master pizziolo, Aker, this pizza is one of a kind in Honolulu.

V lounge uses the finest ingredients, which are all locally grown.

The pizza is in a word: delcious. Don’t expect cookie cutter pizza at this place. You will discover the true meaning of pizza.

All of the dough is lovingly mixed by hand. you won’t find a hobart mixer in this place.

Have a peek for yourself:

To discover the absolute best pizza in Hawaii, click here now.

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And if you are trying to save money, when you dine out,think about home entertainment:

A Hawaii Pizza Tale: from Hawaii to Italy and Back


As you may know, I’m a pizzaman. I love making pizza, I love eating pizza and I love talking about pizza… (Here is my website: Pizza Therapy).

This is one of my favorite pizza tales I have ever experienced. Best of all, this extraordinary pizza conversation, had a Hawaii twist.

I happened to be at a Workshop recently and during lunch my favorite topic, pizza, just happened to come up.

Janet, who grew up in Hawaii, in a Japanese-American household, shared the following:

“One night, many years ago, my Dad and Mom decided to take us kids out for pizza. As soon as my Dad tasted the pizza, he said: “This is not real pizza…Now when I was in Italy during the Second World War, that was real pizza…”

(Albert’s side bar; So here goes: a pizza tale, with-in a pizza tale…)

Her father, who had never been out of Hawaii, was stationed in a small Italian town during World War II. They were camped on a farmer’s fields for several weeks. He decided to go for a walk to explore the farm.

The farmer became alarmed, when he noticed this stranger walking around his fields.

“Why” he thought, “was this strange Japanese man, walking around my fields?”

He immediately went to get a rifle. He then confronted this man pointing his rifle at him. The farmer soon realized, this Japanese man, was an American. He was a liberator and not a threat to him or his family.

After a while, the Italian farmer and this Japanese man from Hawaii, became friends.

One day the Serviceman was relieving himself near a stream and he noticed something in the water. He went to ask the farmer what he had seen.

The farmer told him, they were eels. Janet’s father was elated. He and his buddies were sick of K-Rations! Now they could feast on fresh eels! The other soldiers from Hawaii rigged some nets together and that night, they had an incredible meal of fresh eels, cooked right in their helmets!

The farmer then shared another secret with him. He said there were wild mushrooms growing right on the farm. The farmer taught him which mushrooms were safe to pick. Soon, their “eel and mushroom dinners” were the talk of the camp.

A short while later, his company had to leave. There was after all, a War going on. Before he left, the farmer invited him to his house for a meal. There, he tasted fresh, home-made pizza, for the first time. The memory of that pizza would never leave him.”

I thanked Janet immensely. I asked her if I could meet her dad, but she explained, he had passed away years before.

The tale made me think of my own father, who although born in the U.S., had loved to eat eels. He would regularly take us out to his secret spots to search for wild mushrooms. The love of this food had been passed on to him by his own father, who had been raised on a farm in Italy. And so it goes…

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A Pizza Tale: from Hawaii to Italy and Back…

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As you may know, I’m a pizzaman. I love making pizza, I love eating pizza and I love talking about pizza… (Here is my website: Pizza Therapy)

This is one of my favorite pizza tales I have ever experienced. Best of all, this extraordinary pizza conversation, had a Hawaii twist.

I happened to be at a Workshop recently and during lunch my favorite topic, pizza, just happened to come up.

Janet, who grew up in Hawaii, in a Japanese-American household, shared the following:

“One night, many years ago, my Dad and Mom decided to take us kids out for pizza. As soon as my Dad tasted the pizza, he said: “This is not real pizza…Now when I was in Italy during the Second World War, that was real pizza…”

(Albert’s side bar: So here goes: a pizza tale, with-in a pizza tale…)

Her father, who had never been out of Hawaii, was stationed in a small Italian town during World War II. They were camped on a farmer’s fields for several weeks. He decided to go for a walk to explore the farm.

The farmer became alarmed, when he noticed this stranger walking around his fields.

“Why” he thought, “was this strange Japanese man, walking around his fields.” He immediately went to get a rifle. He then confronted this man pointing his rifle at him. The farmer soon realized, this Japanese man, was an American. He was a liberator and not a threat to him or his family.

After a while, the Italian farmer and this Japanese man from Hawaii, became friends.

One day the Serviceman was relieving himself near a stream and he noticed something in the water. He went to ask the farmer what he had seen.

The farmer told him, they were eels! Janet’s father was elated. He and his buddies were sick of K-Rations! Now they could feast on fresh eels! The other soldiers from Hawaii rigged some nets together and that night, they had an incredible meal of fresh eels, cooked right in their helmets!

The farmer then shared another secret with him. He said there were wild mushrooms growing wild, right on the farm. The farmer taught him which mushrooms were safe to pick. Soon, their “eel and mushroom dinners” were the talk of the camp.

A short while later, his company had to leave. There was after all, a War going on. Before he left, the farmer invited him to his house for a meal. There, he tasted fresh, home-made pizza, for the first time. The memory of that pizza would never leave him!”

I thanked Janet immensely. I asked her if I could meet her dad, but she explained, he had passed away years before. 

The tale made me think of my own father, who although born in the U.S., had loved to eat eels. He would regularly take us out to his secret spots to search for wild mushrooms. The love of this food had been passed on to him by his own father, who had been raised on a farm in Italy. And so it goes…

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albert grande
Make Pizza Be Happy…
Hawaii Secret Vacation Information