Wonder where the best pizza is? Take a look at this inter-active map. When you are talking pizza, you want to dream up and use terms like ‘puffy’, ‘charred’ and ‘flirting-with-burnt crispness’.
I think the best pizza pilgrimage is the trip to Di Fara in Brooklyn, a time-capsulized pizza restaurant unchanged in decades.
There, you buy a divine slice with fresh cut basil; the 80+ year old owner and cook uses scissors to clip the leaves for each slice with craftsmanship and predictability (in a good way).
The bottom line is, I can’t put it better than the writer of this website: “If you’re a New Yorker, all I have to tell you is that there’s a really fucking long line for it. Isn’t that enough? If you’re not a New Yorker, you wouldn’t understand.”
From Manhattan, take the QTrain (Yellow) to Avenue J in Brooklyn. Go downstairs, walk west about one short block. The store front is so old and weathered, you might overlook it at first. Look for the line!
I was there just the other day, had two slices, one plain, one sausage. I’ll stick with plain in the future. Fine, unadulterated, Di Fara’s crust really sets it apart from generic pizza.