Ode To Pizza
As a foodie, I've been able to dine in some of the best restaurants in New York, Las Vegas, London, Santa Fe and many other places. I've been served some of the best meals by chefs whose names are recognized all over the world.
Still, there is a place in my heart (and my stomach, of course) for pizza. That marriage of dough, tomatoes, mozzarella and basil is as perfect a combination as anything we eat. Pizza is "fast food", but it is also anything but.
The origin of pizza is up for some debate. It's been said that the ancient Phoenicians or ancient Greeks invented pizza. Since the tomato was not available to either civilization, I beg to differ. They may have made the forerunner, but true pizza was invented in Campania, Italy.
The pizza we eat here in the northeastern United States is the grandchild of Neapolitan pizza, specifically Pizza Margherita. This is the perfect pizza -- tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, fresh basil, garlic and a nice thin crust. It's a slice of heaven -- no pun intended, of course.
I've enjoyed pizza from Lombardi's in Manhattan -- the first pizzeria in America. I've had Frank Pepe's in New Haven. I've had other great pizzas, like Sal's in Mamaroneck. I've unfortunately had my share of bad pizzas as well (Domino's and anything in Milford, CT, except Franco's). I've tried unique styles of pizza, like Colony in Stamford or the more high end California-style made by Wolfgang Puck.
Three pizzerias stand out to me as my favorites. The best is not surprisingly in the Bronx. On Allerton Avenue there is a small place called Dominick's. Big slices, lots of cheese, nice crust. You cannot call yourself a pizza fan until you've eaten there.
Second is just a couple of miles north on Lincoln Avenue in Mount Vernon. It's called Johnny's. The thing about Johnny's is you cannot get a slice -- you must order a whole pie. And if you go, you'll be glad you did. By far, the best sauce on any pizza ever.
Third goes to the pizzeria around the corner from the house I lived in when my son was born. It's called Broadway Pizza in White Plains. It's the blend of great sauce and cheese and crust that gets me. We moved out of the neighborhood almost five years ago. Still, we've been known to come back from time to time and grab a few slices.
So there it is, my take on the perfect food.
Now, run out there and grab a slice.
Still, there is a place in my heart (and my stomach, of course) for pizza. That marriage of dough, tomatoes, mozzarella and basil is as perfect a combination as anything we eat. Pizza is "fast food", but it is also anything but.
The origin of pizza is up for some debate. It's been said that the ancient Phoenicians or ancient Greeks invented pizza. Since the tomato was not available to either civilization, I beg to differ. They may have made the forerunner, but true pizza was invented in Campania, Italy.
The pizza we eat here in the northeastern United States is the grandchild of Neapolitan pizza, specifically Pizza Margherita. This is the perfect pizza -- tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, fresh basil, garlic and a nice thin crust. It's a slice of heaven -- no pun intended, of course.
I've enjoyed pizza from Lombardi's in Manhattan -- the first pizzeria in America. I've had Frank Pepe's in New Haven. I've had other great pizzas, like Sal's in Mamaroneck. I've unfortunately had my share of bad pizzas as well (Domino's and anything in Milford, CT, except Franco's). I've tried unique styles of pizza, like Colony in Stamford or the more high end California-style made by Wolfgang Puck.
Three pizzerias stand out to me as my favorites. The best is not surprisingly in the Bronx. On Allerton Avenue there is a small place called Dominick's. Big slices, lots of cheese, nice crust. You cannot call yourself a pizza fan until you've eaten there.
Second is just a couple of miles north on Lincoln Avenue in Mount Vernon. It's called Johnny's. The thing about Johnny's is you cannot get a slice -- you must order a whole pie. And if you go, you'll be glad you did. By far, the best sauce on any pizza ever.
Third goes to the pizzeria around the corner from the house I lived in when my son was born. It's called Broadway Pizza in White Plains. It's the blend of great sauce and cheese and crust that gets me. We moved out of the neighborhood almost five years ago. Still, we've been known to come back from time to time and grab a few slices.
So there it is, my take on the perfect food.
Now, run out there and grab a slice.
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