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Address: 1239 4th St S, St. Petersburg, FL 33701
Phone: (727) 416-1200
Website: https://www.nickospizzastpete.com/
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St.Petersburg, FL pizza restaurant with wings, subs, salads, Chicago Italian beef. Full bar, local beer. Catering available. Locally and family owned.
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Reviews
Angela Muhler
My girlfriend and I went to grab some pizza on a whim and were so satisfied with experience. It’s family owned by husband and wife. We had “The Lorre” and everything about it was delicious. We also had the wings of the month: cherry pepper and dill ranch. They were great! Surely recommend this spot. It’s a hidden gem! Best pizza in town!
… moreNate kephart
Food was delivered so starting with that.
It was pizza. The dough and chicken all taste like they were frozen. It’s fine. It’s pizza but the lower score than a 3 is because of the price. Fo a pepperoni and a buffalo chicken it was $55 for 2 14” pizzas that taste like dominoes
… moreIt was pizza. The dough and chicken all taste like they were frozen. It’s fine. It’s pizza but the lower score than a 3 is because of the price. Fo a pepperoni and a buffalo chicken it was $55 for 2 14” pizzas that taste like dominoes
Thomas Anderson
My daughter and I were fortunate enough to participate in their “make your own pie” class and we had an absolute blast!! So much fun and great to hang out with other locals there for the same event. We love this place regardless but getting to make our own was a new treat for sure.
… moreNic Brown
Why do I do this to myself? I walk into Nicko’s Pizza & Subs, fully aware that my sense of self is fragile, and immediately bite into this month’s special, a Dr. Pepper wing.
Yes. A wing.
Sticky, shiny, fizzy, and glinting under the fluorescent lights like a tiny, caramelized sun preparing to interrogate my very soul.
I bite.
Flavor detonates.
Sweet, smoky, sticky. A carnival of tang, and joy exploding on my tongue that screams, “Welcome to delicious chaos.” Am I eating wings, or are the wings eating me? Does it matter? No. I am lost in glaze, and it feels spectacular.
And the beer. Oh, the beer. Cold, golden, laughing at me from its glass prison. One sip and my neurons fizz in perfect, harmony with the wings. Did I make a mistake? No. Did I care? Absolutely not. My friends Jesse and Ben glance at me knowingly; either judging, or perhaps recognizing that I have become a Dr. Pepper wing-powered demigod of flavor. I sip again. The beer is reckless. Brutal. Joyfully necessary. My soul is sticky. My tongue has become a wing altar.
Next: the Rodeo Burger pizza.
It’s like a Big Mac, on a pizza, that was then topped with another even more delicious Bacon Cheeseburger. Ground beef sizzling like miniature volcanic eruptions. Bacon shards crisped to smoky perfection. Cheese stretching into impossible, gravity-defying pulls.
Flavor implodes. Salt, fat, tang, crunch, umami. An orchestra conducted by chaos itself. I steal bites from my companions because no man should face this level of perfection alone. Each chew strips away a layer of certainty. Each swallow asks: Who am I if I am not this pizza? Am I cheese? Bacon? Pickle? Perhaps all four simultaneously? My identity evaporates deliciously, leaving only the pure, unadulterated joy of molten cheese, beef, and rebellion.
Then the Chicago Beef sandwich arrives. Juicy, au jus-soaked beef dripping like liquid velvet. Giardiniera stabbing at my taste buds like tiny, furious flavor ninjas. The bread, soft yet resilient, soaks up the juices in a loving, essential embrace. I used to date a girl from Chicago. Was this preparation? Possibly. Each bite is a messy, glorious, existential revelation. I stare at the plate.
The plate stares back.
I feel judged.
I feel adored.
I feel my soul rising in the steam.
And the beer. Did I mention the beer? The Super Märzen Bro’s they have on tap from Florida Avenue Brewery? I sip. It is reckless. It is essential. It accelerates the glorious chaos coursing through my body. I am sticky. I am euphoric. The wings, the pizza, the beef? All of it has fused into me. Am I still human, or have I been reborn as a vessel of pure joy? I no longer know.
Nicko’s menu rotates monthly like a deliciously cruel oracle. September brought Mac & Cheese pizza. Alas, a creamy and dreamy, a phantom I only know by reputation. October brings the Rodeo Burger pizza. Honey Mustard wings loom like a destiny I am not ready for. Southwest Chicken pizza. Cuban pizza. Each month a new temptation, each one a mind-bending, tastebud-shattering revelation that challenges everything I thought I knew about pizza, wings, pickles, and life itself.
The menu rotates. I do not eat them all, yet I feel them in my soul when I miss out on the monthly special. It haunts me. It beckons. It whispers: “You will never be the same if you don’t make it in once a month.”
By the time I leave, I am full, sticky, and gloriously destroyed by flavor. My name? Irrelevant. My identity? Melted into molten cheese, au jus, sticky glaze, bacon, beef, and pickles.
I am glorious chaos.
I am flavor incarnate.
I am the man who has truly surrendered to the absurd majesty of Nicko’s Pizza & Subs.
Do I anything? No. Nicko’s erased regret for me. I have eaten the impossible, drunk the risky, and become one with Dr. Pepper wings, Rodeo Cheeseburger pizza, and Chicago Beef sandwiches.
I am sticky. I am euphoric. I am complete.
15 out of 10. Would eat here again. WILL eat here again. Once a month. Maybe twice. I am helpless against Nicko’s limited-time menu items that are so aggressively good.
… moreYes. A wing.
Sticky, shiny, fizzy, and glinting under the fluorescent lights like a tiny, caramelized sun preparing to interrogate my very soul.
I bite.
Flavor detonates.
Sweet, smoky, sticky. A carnival of tang, and joy exploding on my tongue that screams, “Welcome to delicious chaos.” Am I eating wings, or are the wings eating me? Does it matter? No. I am lost in glaze, and it feels spectacular.
And the beer. Oh, the beer. Cold, golden, laughing at me from its glass prison. One sip and my neurons fizz in perfect, harmony with the wings. Did I make a mistake? No. Did I care? Absolutely not. My friends Jesse and Ben glance at me knowingly; either judging, or perhaps recognizing that I have become a Dr. Pepper wing-powered demigod of flavor. I sip again. The beer is reckless. Brutal. Joyfully necessary. My soul is sticky. My tongue has become a wing altar.
Next: the Rodeo Burger pizza.
It’s like a Big Mac, on a pizza, that was then topped with another even more delicious Bacon Cheeseburger. Ground beef sizzling like miniature volcanic eruptions. Bacon shards crisped to smoky perfection. Cheese stretching into impossible, gravity-defying pulls.
Flavor implodes. Salt, fat, tang, crunch, umami. An orchestra conducted by chaos itself. I steal bites from my companions because no man should face this level of perfection alone. Each chew strips away a layer of certainty. Each swallow asks: Who am I if I am not this pizza? Am I cheese? Bacon? Pickle? Perhaps all four simultaneously? My identity evaporates deliciously, leaving only the pure, unadulterated joy of molten cheese, beef, and rebellion.
Then the Chicago Beef sandwich arrives. Juicy, au jus-soaked beef dripping like liquid velvet. Giardiniera stabbing at my taste buds like tiny, furious flavor ninjas. The bread, soft yet resilient, soaks up the juices in a loving, essential embrace. I used to date a girl from Chicago. Was this preparation? Possibly. Each bite is a messy, glorious, existential revelation. I stare at the plate.
The plate stares back.
I feel judged.
I feel adored.
I feel my soul rising in the steam.
And the beer. Did I mention the beer? The Super Märzen Bro’s they have on tap from Florida Avenue Brewery? I sip. It is reckless. It is essential. It accelerates the glorious chaos coursing through my body. I am sticky. I am euphoric. The wings, the pizza, the beef? All of it has fused into me. Am I still human, or have I been reborn as a vessel of pure joy? I no longer know.
Nicko’s menu rotates monthly like a deliciously cruel oracle. September brought Mac & Cheese pizza. Alas, a creamy and dreamy, a phantom I only know by reputation. October brings the Rodeo Burger pizza. Honey Mustard wings loom like a destiny I am not ready for. Southwest Chicken pizza. Cuban pizza. Each month a new temptation, each one a mind-bending, tastebud-shattering revelation that challenges everything I thought I knew about pizza, wings, pickles, and life itself.
The menu rotates. I do not eat them all, yet I feel them in my soul when I miss out on the monthly special. It haunts me. It beckons. It whispers: “You will never be the same if you don’t make it in once a month.”
By the time I leave, I am full, sticky, and gloriously destroyed by flavor. My name? Irrelevant. My identity? Melted into molten cheese, au jus, sticky glaze, bacon, beef, and pickles.
I am glorious chaos.
I am flavor incarnate.
I am the man who has truly surrendered to the absurd majesty of Nicko’s Pizza & Subs.
Do I anything? No. Nicko’s erased regret for me. I have eaten the impossible, drunk the risky, and become one with Dr. Pepper wings, Rodeo Cheeseburger pizza, and Chicago Beef sandwiches.
I am sticky. I am euphoric. I am complete.
15 out of 10. Would eat here again. WILL eat here again. Once a month. Maybe twice. I am helpless against Nicko’s limited-time menu items that are so aggressively good.
Kayla Bollinger
Love Nicko’s!! It’s such a Southside gem and I’m happy they invested in the area and made it through the mess of hurricanes in 2024 ♥️ Their pizzas don’t miss and they have monthly specialty pizzas. Wednesdays and Thursdays they have an Italian beef that’s soooo good, but get them early because they tend to sell out! Always super friendly when you call for takeout, but delivery can be hit or miss in my experience.
… moreJohn Ardis
My wife and I are winter visitors to St. Pete from WI. But we spent much of our lives in the Chicago suburbs, where there is plenty of great pizza. Here in St. Pete we’ve searched around but struggled to find something nearly as good. Then we happened on Nicko’s – what a great little place. Their pizza is thin-to-medium crusted, but what we loved about it is that it’s CRISP thin crust – not like the floppy NY thin crust that you fold over and can essentially tie in a knot, it’s so flimsy. Nicko’s was great – by far the best we’ve found in St. Pete after wintering here for 3 years. In addition, the people there are fantastic. Nick and Erin, I believe are the owners. My wife and I are avid game players when out at restaurants and bars, so we happened to be playing Rummikub there, and they both came up to tell us how much they like that game, etc. – they couldn’t have been nicer. And then there was Juliette, the bartender/server/hostess extraordinaire – we ended up visiting here several times during our stay, and each time we had the great fortune of having Juliette and her friendly and upbeat attitude to serve us. I can’t recommend this place highly enough, and will visit here again as often as I can.
… moreRaven Duffield
Finally tried the spot and you bet they did it right. Full bar, sandwiches, and by the slice. Large individual slices and the marinara is fresh. Win!!
… moreCindy Lou Who
Fantastic local business. Love the crust on their pizzas and the wings are always a hit. My go to is the turkey club – the bread is always soft and it’s packed with flavor.
… moreJason
In this sort of currently vacant + under renovation shopping plaza, you will find a wonderful pizza place. They have good sandwiches, salad, and some really good specialty pizzas. I’ve had take out four times, and what impressed me the most is two of those times the owner came out of the kitchen and told me thank you for my order. That means a lot to me nowadays! The staff was always super friendly and helpful. I see this becoming a neighborhood, favorite.
I’m sure as they grow, they will be able to expand their menu and selection, but what they have focused on is some really great food.
I would recommend the macho man, pizza, the buffalo chicken pizza, and also the meatballs!
I highly recommend !!
… moreI’m sure as they grow, they will be able to expand their menu and selection, but what they have focused on is some really great food.
I would recommend the macho man, pizza, the buffalo chicken pizza, and also the meatballs!
I highly recommend !!
Danielle Baker
My business partner and I chose this place to have a chill place to eat and work on a whim., It turned into to the best Monday evening with amazing pizza and salad . that ranch tho! Decided to to stay for their Monday night bingo and had the best time! Loved the 80s music selection and relaxed family atmosphere! We will be back every Monday as they make all feel like family ❤️ Everyone needs their place to go and we found ours! Thank Nicko’s staff , you truly are the best!
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