Captain’s Pizza Company (Food Truck)

Reviews

• BK

  Boaz Kelner

  Aug 8, 2026
  1.0
  I don’t know about their pizza but their bagel pop up is horrendous. First of all, the bagel is just ok. My wife and I ordered a dozen bagels, not cut, not toasted and it took 35 minutes to get bagels in a bag that weren’t even fresh and we spent $76. A single bagel with shmear cost $5.75. We paid $6.33 per bagel and only got 3 TINY single serve sides of shmear. Please be warned before going here. We were super excited to get there right as they opened and left feeling unbelievably frustrated and disappointed.
• BB

  Blake Bayliss

  Jul 13, 2026
  1.0
  Pizza lacked flavor and imagination and to top it off the man running the food truck was short tempered and rude.
• MD

  Matt Dennin

  Jun 30, 2026
  5.0
  Oh man that pizza was amazing! And the ordering process was sooo smooth!!! I actually saved like $10 by going to the website! Take that
• ZK

  Zach Kenealy

  Jun 16, 2026
  5.0
  Pizza sandwiches were delicious, good sized portions as well. Nice seating area, can also take food inside the bar to the AC
• CC

  Colby

  May 8, 2026
  5.0
  To consume Captain’s Pizza Co. amidst the sonic entropy of The Far Out Lounge is to witness a profound, 800F ontological shift that renders standard culinary criticism entirely obsolete. This is not casual dining; it is a violent, manic thermal reaction where scorched, microblistered sourdough undergoes a rapid, carbonaceous leavening to resolve the ancient dialectic between chew and crunch. My analytical faculties were utterly dismantled by the Hot Honey Pepperoni a chaotic, capsaicin drenched lipid pool where cups of charred, grease weeping pepperoni hold a viscous, sweet heat nectar that aggressively assaults the synapses, forcing a dizzying, Pavlovian surrender to pure, unadulterated gluttony. And then, the Prosciutto (however the hell you spell it) descended like a decadent, salt cured velvet hammer. It is a masterclass in cured meat mechanics: whisper thin sheets of pork fat laid over a blistering, lactic canvas of fresh mozzarella, achieving a rich, savory synthesis so profound it borders on a culinary crime. To eat these pies while the bass frequencies of South Austin vibrate through your skeletal system is a delicious theological heresy, a fire born fever dream wrapped in a grease stained cardboard box that will make you weep under the neon lights. It is absolute, unhinged, genius.