As illustrated
here, the Friday-night pizza offering at Floriole is due significant praise. These are distinctive pies worth the effort to
track. Artfully constructed like their salads and composed plates, they pop with colors, herbs, oils, and a commendable lightness, while still somehow seeming more baker-ly than the pizza-only joints; there is a gloss and structure to the dough instead of the charred elastic bubbles like at Coalfire, Nella, and my personal favorite Stop 50. I can't figure out exactly what they're doing but admired both examples this first round for me (in great company), the red for its pitch-perfect sauce and the cherry for its novelty and restraint on the sweet (while it could still have easily worked for a dessert with a tea or coffee).
The kouign amann are reliably grand, and I can't over-recommend the flourless hazelnut-chocolate cookies on the counter, which are my more standard order with a coffee when in the neighborhood. Floriole backs up cuteness with substance every visit.