

Pizzeoli is a cozy, locally-owned, award-winning pizzeria located in the historic neighborhood of Soulard, just south of downtown Saint Louis, MO. If you consider yourself a foodie who enjoys thoughtful ingredients – mostly sourced from local family farms – and made-from-scratch comfort food, then Pizzeoli may just be the perfect pizzeria match for you! Join us for a classy, but casual evening filled with artisan wood-fired pizza by candlelight, hand-crafted cocktails, Italian wine, and local craft beer. Let our friendly staff guide you through a delicious & memorable experience. Reservations are highly encouraged.
Casual restaurant for Naples-style pizzas with vegetarian & vegan toppings, plus beer & wine.
Hours
| Thursday | 4–9:30 PM |
| Friday | 4–9:30 PM |
| Saturday | 4–9:30 PM |
| Sunday | 4–9:30 PM |
| Monday | 4–9:30 PM |
| Tuesday | 4–9:30 PM |
| Wednesday | 4–9:30 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: 1928 S 12th St, St. Louis, MO 63104
Phone: (314) 449-1111
Website: http://www.pizzeoli.com/
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Order and Reservations
Reservations: pizzeoli.com
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Reviews
Both pizzas tasted burnt and the Margherita one was not edible. It was taste entirely of burnt remnants, strong smell and char. The price of the meal was not cheap, no one picked up the phone when attempting to resolve my concerns and a long drive. Very much overall a underwhelming experience.
The cheese pizza? Beautiful. Simple. No drama. Nonno says, “When a place can make a plain cheese pizza taste like a celebration, you stop asking questions and you start eating.” The crust had that perfect wood-fired char — soft, a little blistered — the kind of pizza that makes you nod silently like you suddenly understand life.
Then the Golf Cart pizza rolled in — and listen, I don’t know who named it, but it sounds like something your uncle buys after two glasses of wine at the country club. But the flavor? Mama mia. Bold, playful, and somehow still classy. Every bite felt like the chef winked at you and said, “Relax, I know what I’m doing.”
Now… the Lumberjack Snack. This pizza doesn’t ask permission — it shows up like a guy wearing flannel who eats three dinners. Smoky, hearty, loaded with flavor… the kind of pie that makes you say, “I’ll just have one slice,” and suddenly you’re googling elastic-waist pants. Nonno would call this “a working-man’s vacation.”
And the St. Louis Pepperoni? Ahhh… local pride with Italian attitude. The pepperoni curled up like little crispy hats, the cheese melted perfectly, and that crust — listen — that crust deserved its own round of applause. This is the pizza you eat standing at the counter telling everyone else to get their own slice.
But let me tell you — the salad came in like the responsible cousin at the family party. Fresh, bright, crunchy… the only thing at the table pretending we had self-control. Nonno says, “You eat the salad so your conscience lets you eat two more slices. That’s medical advice.”
Honestly, every pizza rocked it. The whole spread felt warm, fun, and just a little indulgent — like a Soulard night packed into cardboard boxes and delivered straight to the house.
If my Italian grandfather were here, he’d lean back, loosen his belt one notch, and say:
“Eh… this place cooks with love. Next time order more… and don’t tell your grandmother how much we ate.”
Now go rush over for dinner. It’s omg yum.