During my recent unexpected visit to New York I tried to make the best of things and hit up a legendary pizza place in Brooklyn, di Fara Pizza. It’s a real hike from midtown Manhattan but I had an afternoon to kill. I was hoping it was going to brighten up an otherwise gloomy day, but guess what?
Damn you Health Inspectors!
So to make it up to myself I headed back to Manhattan for my go-to Napolitano Pizza, La Pizza Fresca in the Flatiron district. A second tragedy. The pizza guy there was a master, and now he has gone. I didn’t find this out until the pizza was before me but it was obvious immediately. Same oven, same ingredients, different pizza guy; amazing the difference between superior pizza and just average. Here’s your picture of the not-, and won’t-be-empty plate:
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December 13, 2011 at 2:36 pm
Wanna See It All
That pizza looks awful where’s the cheese. That was a bad pizza day for you.
December 14, 2011 at 5:23 am
galudwig
That is heartbreaking! My condolences.
But hey, that pizza was bad for your health mmkay? Let the experts decide, surely they know better than an ignorant little consumer like you who is swayed by nothing but status and advertising!
January 3, 2012 at 11:57 pm
Anonymous
Next time: skip Di Fara’s and head to Joe & Pat’s and/or Nunzio on Staten Island (see the seminal “state of the slice” nytimes article) for outer borough pizza foraging. Luzzo’s, Angelos, and Keste all deliver solid pies in Manhattan. Now…. where can I find something comparable in Chicago during AFA/AEA?