Yes, it’s a big call, but one that I can make with conviction. Sibylle and Jurgen invited me out to Di Fara Pizza in Brooklyn on Sunday, whilst Kristy was off with Karl eating Salsa – but that’s a story for another time.
So the story behind the place as told by S&J is that it gets rave reviews from Timeout, the New York Times, and of course Zagat. What they failed to mention (until we were well on our way there) was that we could be waiting up to two hours for a slice. Two hours?! Turn it up!
Things were looking up when we got there and found only a handful of people waiting in front of us – I figured the wait would be only 10 minutes at the worst. But, as it turns out, one of the things that makes the place so special is the way that the pizza is made – entirely by hand by and old shuffler named “Dom” (or maybe “Don”, I guess it’s not important), who has clearly put all his love and care into every pie he has made in the last 43 years.
Cleverly forecasting a long wait ahead of us, Jurgen wisely ordered an entire mushroom pie for us. Our case was not helped by the old bird in front of us who had ordered five pies for her superbowl party! By the time our pizza was ready an hour and twenty minutes later, we were freakin’ starving!
But, I’m pleased to announce that the pizza was well worth the wait. From the rich tomato sauce, to the three-cheese topping with the hand cut basil – it was simply divine. And between the three of us, it sure didn’t last long!
So even though it took an age for the pizza to come, I would most certainly go back to get another slice. Best. Pizza. Ever.