Our Story

Once upon a time, there were two guys called Greg. (Nope, not brothers. Because
who would name two sons the same thing? That would just be weird.) These Gregs were friends. Friends – and passionate visionaries – who knew they shared the right dynamic to create something that could knock an industry on its ear. Equal parts left and right brain, the Gregs possessed not only the letters after their names that confirmed “business dudes”, each also had a penchant for the joy that can only be manifested through the consumption of truly terrific food. Influenced by the quaint charm of west coast island life, the Gregs came to believe certain inalienable truths: A tomato comes from a garden, not a plastic container. Herbs come by the leaf, not in a shaker. And they knew – with that unshakeable knowing reserved for those few things in life you would bet your bottom dollar on – that a pizza is never just a pizza.

They knew that in pizza as in life, the right combination of a little bit of this and
a little bit of that can create a whole lot of goodness. They knew that the scent
of a lovingly prepared, handcrafted pizza baking in the oven – or even roasting
on the barbecue – is synonymous with the scent of everything’s-gonna-be-alright.
And the scent of let’s-gather-round-together. They knew: To enjoy a slice of pizza,
is to enjoy a slice a life.

No, to the Gregs, a pizza was never just a pizza. It was circle of nurturing – nourishing the tummy as well as the soul. And the Gregs’ version of pizza never – never – came in a grease-bottomed box that lifelessly implied “You’ll regret this in the morning.”

So in a way that came to them organically, as an authentic extension of who they
fundamentally are, the Gregs made the commitment to introduce their kind of artisan-inspired, bake-at-home pizza experience to the market.Typically, this is where we
would write something snappy like: And so it was, ’zaw was born. But it’s not that it
was really born at all. Rather, ’zaw was re-born. Its origins were spawned in the
ovens and on the barbecues of the Gregs’ island homes. Its re-birth, in the ovens
and on the barbecues of homes across the Pacific Northwest. Maybe we can’t
all live immersed in the quaint charm of west coast island life, but that doesn’t
mean we can’t eat as if we do. Thanks to what these two guys named Greg did.
Once upon a time.

And we all ate happily ever after.

Community Support

Part of our promise at 'zaw is to give back to the places in which we do business -
not just by way of lip service, but by really getting in there and doing our part. 

If you have a great idea or suggestion for us, we want to hear from you!  Click on
the contact link above to send us an e-mail about your idea.