Pizza is just one of those things. It brings out the crazy in people. Whole guide books are devoted to the love of pizza, feuds are started over who makes the best pizza, online food forums like eGullet and Chowhound will argue to the death, and truly crazy people in NYC will pay 5 bucks a slice! Now that is insane. I confess we have a touch of the crazy; we’ll drive far for a good pizza. Ask anyone who has gone on a Mondriani experience with us. Mondriani is above the teeny village of Calzolarro, way, way up in the hills. Franco makes a fine pizza in his wood-burning stove and when you are in the know, you get the good wine.
Our friend Bruce is the Pizza Guru. He’s the one you go to when you are thinking about trying a new place, or when you’ve been somewhere and you need his blessing that it was truly a worthy pizza. He breaks his down by crust, topping, time to table and ambience. Crusts should be thin, and have nice bubbles, with some with burn marks. Toppings should be fresh and plentiful. Time to table should be: you’ve finished your antipasto, sipped some wine and the pizza shows up, no lag in the conversation where everyone looks at each other going, “Where’s my pizza!” Ambience is a touchy thing, totally in the eye of the beholder, but like pornography, you know it when you see it.
Pizza in our parts is usually served whole, personal size. It’s always served for dinner and at some places that cater to tourists, you can get it for lunch. Eating with your hands or with your fork is entirely optional and acceptable, depends on the toppings. French fries on top of pizza is actually acceptable, but truly should be outlawed. Rucola or arugula tastes good on just about every possible pizza combination.