A Ledgered Meal: Pizza A’ Fetta, Cannon Beach
Filed under: Gastronomy, Companion Tables, Coastal Communion
Location: Cannon Beach, Oregon
Date: May 2025
Companions: A’Fetta salad, tourist chatter, and crusts with convictions
Cannon Beach may not exactly be a pizza town. But every town has that place—the pizzeria that knows it’s not just feeding people, it’s hosting them.
Pizza A’ Fetta is that place. Tucked on the main drag, with a modest frontage that belies the multi-level sprawl inside, it’s a local stronghold with room enough for strangers. We arrived just after the lunch swell and were seated quickly—cozy booth, natural light, a view of humanity unfolding one slice at a time.
We ordered the essentials:
- A vegetarian slice, loaded without chaos
- A meat lover’s, unapologetic in its density
- And the A’Fetta Salad, whose mozzarella orbs made the greens feel like they’d brought the right friends
The man working the floor had main character energy—chatty, sharp, affectionate with regulars and newcomers alike. A ringmaster in the mild circus of weekend foot traffic. Over my shoulder, a table of travelers from Spain debated toppings with cautious optimism. Nearby, two older men sat like anchor tenants: unbothered, well-fed, deeply known.
The pizza itself was substantial. Not the oily, floppy kind. This was architectural pizza: a balanced stack, generous with toppings but anchored by a crust that had something to say. Toothsome, with a hint of chew that made me suspect their breadsticks might be quite promising.
Transformation Observed:
There’s something wonderful about a place that wears its role so comfortably. Pizza A’ Fetta doesn’t try to be hip or rustic or overly nostalgic. It’s functional warmth—the kind of space that lets locals relax and tourists feel like they didn’t just stumble into something good, but something reliable.
Final Note:
We’ll return. Not because it was transcendent, but because it didn’t need to be.
It was enough.
And sometimes, especially after wandering windswept beaches and antique shops, that’s the most sacred thing a meal can be.
