Beautifully burnished crusts and fresh farmers’ market toppings sealed the deal for our winner.
I would like to say that I ate a lot of pizza this year because my job required it. But the truth is: I just eat a lot of pizza. I eat pizza as an appetizer before a meal and as a “real dinner” after I’ve had a meal’s-worth of passed apps at a party. I order pizza to my house. I buy Roberta’s frozen pizzas at the bodega. While I was eight-and-a-half months pregnant this summer, I waited no less than two hours for a slice—not even a whole pie—from Di Fara, where I’ve made many pizza pilgrimages over the years and never once questioned whether the wait was worth it.
I am pizza style-agnostic. By that I mean: I know the difference between grandma slices (my favorite one is at Prince Street Pizza) and Detroit-style slices (at Emmy Squared in Williamsburg, obviously). I know Chicago’s deep-dish (Pequod’s is the place) as well as I know its tavern-style square-cut pies (shout-out to Marie’s!). I know Quad Cities–style pizza and New Haven–style pizza and, well, you know what? I like them all. I don’t believe that old adage that there’s no such thing as bad pizza. I just think there is a heck of a lot of good pizza out there!
