
Mountain Mike’s Pizza has been making Pizza the Way It Oughta Be for over 45 years, with fresh dough made daily, 100% whole milk mozzarella cheese, and a mountain of toppings that go all the way to the edge of every slice. We offer a place the whole family can gather together, with sports playing on the large-screen tv’s and a fun zone with arcade games for the kids, as well as delivery and carryout options so you can enjoy our specialty pizzas and more from the comfort of your own home. Plus, our Weekday All-You-Can-Eat Lunch Buffet offers endless options for everyone at one low price. Download the Mountain Rewards Mobile App to earn points towards rewards, enjoy personalized offers, exclusive perks and get $5 off your first order!
Casual pizza chain featuring traditional pies, gluten-free crust & assorted appetizers.
Hours
| Friday | 11 AM–10 PM |
| Saturday | 11 AM–10 PM |
| Sunday | 11 AM–9 PM |
| Monday | 11 AM–9 PM |
| Tuesday | 11 AM–9 PM |
| Wednesday | 11 AM–9 PM |
| Thursday | 11 AM–9 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 1001 El Camino Real, Menlo Park, CA 94025
Phone: (650) 694-9898
Website: https://www.mountainmikespizza.com/locations/menlo-park/
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Reviews
There was almost no discernable sauce making it so dry, and more than 2 pieces had no cheese at all. On a cheese pizza.
Idk what happened to the quality. I’m so sad I love Mountain Mike’s 🙁
Welcome back to another episode of Local Eats For People Who Know Better, and today’s star is none other than Mountain Mike’s in Menlo Park. A Bay Area staple. The kind of spot that doesn’t need to reinvent itself every three years. No sourdough crust, no “Neapolitan-style artisan fire-kissed flatbread.” Just heat, cheese, carbs, and memories from a simpler, pre-smartphone era.
Before you even walk inside, the aroma creeping across that Main Street intersection hits you with the force of a Chuck E. Cheese pizza siren. A primal call. A scent that grabs your childhood by the collar and drags it out of hiding. By the time you pull the door open, you’re already halfway transported to 1998, seatbelt optional.
Inside, nothing tries to impress you—and that’s exactly why it slaps. No animatronic rodents. No LED menus. No QR-code ordering labyrinth with a “20 percent tip for literally handing you a cup” prompt. This place is a preserved time capsule: warm, chaotic, stubborn, and beautifully unfancy.
We pulled up on a Thursday and ordered a large cheese pizza with jalapeños to split like joint custody. Bless the pizza gods, because it just so happened to be half-off large pizza night. Destiny. Fate. Providence. Whatever it was, we didn’t question it.
We wandered into the arcade corner to kill some time, and the lineup is exactly what you’d expect from a place running on pure tradition. A graveyard of mostly fighting games, modded cabinets held together by prayer, controllers drifting harder than a 1994 Civic on bald tires. Street Fighter Turbo, MK1/Trilogy, NFL Blitz, Golden Tee, X-Men 4-player, Deer Hunt. Free play, baby. Calibrate your expectations… because the joysticks definitely aren’t calibrated.
Slightly charred bottom, yeast-forward crust, cheese melted into a perfect golden blanket, jalapeños sprinkled with the kind of confidence only a seasoned pizza vet possesses. Whoever was working back-of-house that Thursday deserves a medal. The pizza did what pizza is supposed to do: slap.
The front-of-house team held it down too. Two cashiers greeting customers with actual warmth instead of that dead-behind-the-eyes “I hate my job and everyone in this building” retail energy we’ve all survived. Hospitality wasn’t forced. Smiles weren’t fake. Management clearly runs a disciplined ship, and everyone—from the register to the oven—pulled their weight.
Overall? I’d take a fresh, steamy slice from Mike’s over Round Table next door any day of the week. Between the nostalgia, the customer service, the arcade lineup held together with duct tape, and the old-school Menlo Park charm, this spot still honors tradition in all the right ways.
There’s nothing more American than inhaling a cheese or pepperoni slice while chugging a Mountain Dew, wondering where your life went wrong and also feeling comforted at the same time.
It is your constitutional right to bear pizza.
And Mountain Mike’s Menlo Park is still out here defending that right with pride.
One star, in part because of the above, but mostly because what’s pictured was $50 before tax & tip (including $7 for “extra” sausage – which to their credit is nice and thickly cut) — it should be $20 or $24 MAX given the location. Quality is typical for frozen pizza from any supermarket. Very bready and bland.