Pizza here is a respite. Grab a seat in the window at Pizza Castle in Gage Park — there are only five, total — and admire the homemade collages of photographs of its regulars, pasted together as class photos of sorts, stretching back decades. The red sauce is great, the grease is ample; the pizza, tavern-style again, is begging to be cut into triangles then folded and shoveled in your mouth. But more importantly: Since 1973, Pizza Castle has been a cramped sliver of a strip-mall anchor. Because there’s nowhere to stand, customers hover at the take-out counter, chatting up owner Rich Jensen and son Rick, who succinctly and proudly described their modest place in the multiverse: “Everyone has their pizza that they will never give up on, you know? And we happen to be this neighborhood’s pizza.”