
Hours
| Saturday | 5–10 PM |
| Sunday | 12–6 PM |
| Monday | Closed |
| Tuesday | Closed |
| Wednesday | Closed |
| Thursday | Closed |
| Friday | 5–10 PM |
Address and Contact Information
Address: E 18th St &, S Boston Ave, Tulsa, OK 74119
Phone: (918) 924-7820
Website: https://www.instagram.com/danteswoodfire/
Order and Reservations
Order: Order online
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Reviews
I knew by the photos Dante’s would have the best pizza I could get in Tulsa. It’s a neopolitan style pizza, so not the same as new York style if your looking for a slice that holds itself up, or a chain pizza with lots of cheese and toppings. You don’t come here for bang for your buck. You come here for a good pie.
These guys are doing a fantastic job from proofing the dough, perfect amount of sauce, cheese & toppings. But that oven is where the magic happens. Service was great on top of everything they’re doing back there.
I’m thankful to have these guys here while I’m here temporarily. If you want a taste of real pizza, go to Dante’s. This is the only place I’ve found that does this style of pizza here.
EAT THE HOT BOY OR ELSE
I’ve spent less money and got a bigger pizza right off the beach in Florida so the prices are definitely up there.
Just a man, a fire, and the kind of pizza that makes you reconsider everything you thought you knew about crust. It’s blistered. It’s chewy. It’s kissed by smoke and salt and maybe a little resentment. The kind of pizza that says, “Yeah, I know it’s good. I don’t need you to tell me.”
The guy who runs it? Bo. The kind of man who doesn’t do small talk, doesn’t smile for Yelp reviews, and doesn’t suffer fools. But hang around long enough, and you’ll see it—he’s got the soft heart of a man who gives a damn. Who wakes up thinking about dough hydration and goes to bed still pissed that someone asked for ranch.
He keeps weird hours. Sometimes he’s open, sometimes he’s not. It’s not a place for planners. It’s a place for pilgrims. You show up, you hope the gods of fire and fermentation are on your side, and if they are? You get one of the best damn pizzas you’ve ever had.
You don’t find places like this too often. They’re too honest, too stubborn, too real. But when they’re open, while guys like Bo are still slinging pies out of that oven like a middle finger to mediocrity, you go. You bring cash. You say thank you and you don’t ask for ranch.