Sorry to burst anybody's bubble, but the greatest pizza in the world was my mom's. Born in Abruzzi in 1908, she made hers with tomatoes (not sauce), spices, no mozzarella (which she considered an Americanization), and no peperoni (which she considered an abomination. If she was feeling wild and crazy, some anchovies might find their way on.
I had some pizza this summer at Buzzy's Pizzeria on Pine Avenue in Niagara Falls, NY and it was the shizzle.
Pizza is one of only a handful of things I miss about living in NJ and working in NYC. I just had to wipe the drool from the corners of my mouth. Damn.
Right off the top when he describes the pizza slice as not suffering from tip-sag and not being overly flaccid, I got pizza envy! Damn. Pizza. I want Pizza!
Pizza is like sex. Even if it's not the best in the world it's worth having, unless you are in prison.