Editorial Review

For all its dressed-up absurdity, Park City still manages to do some simple things really, really well. Pizza happens to be one of them. And few places in town do pie the kind of justice it's done at Atlantic. Run by what can only be assumed to be the Rocky Mountain branch of the Pepperoni Mafia (East-Coasters LOVE it in PC for some reason…and they bring their "friends"), the surly dough-flingers at this hole-in-the-wall (exterior looks like a janitor’s closet for the adjacent movie theatre—always a good sign) do theirs the New York way: thin crusts, house-made sauce, high temps, low prices and big attitudes. Straight-up patio furniture, uncomfortable chairs, aluminum bars, bad lighting, sizzling mozzarella. Perfect. Don’t go here expecting to stay longer than 15 minutes.