One of the coolest parts of Main Street in Park City is this run that spits you out right in the heart of downtown. It’s literally so close that if you don’t pump the brakes you could slide right into the restaurant. It was some of the best pizza ever. Okay, it’s no NYC slice (remember this?) but it was that good, hangover kind of greasy thin pizza that just hits the spot. Plus, not pictured, their cheese fries with this yummy dipping sauce. Davanza’s pizza was exactly what we needed after a day of boarding and also wash it all down with a cold beer.
The place was flooded with people when we went on Saturday. But in order to get a good shot of the super cool ambience, I had to go back the second they opened so Chelsie (a fabulous photographer I met in Park City by the way) could snap it! So yes, I had pizza at 11 am and have zero regrets about it. After pizza that morning-ish, my friends and I headed to downtown Salt Lake City to explore a bit. We visited Temple Square, had a matcha latte at Three Pines then had one of the yummiest wraps ever at Spitz. Then it was homeward bound.