Di Fara's Pizza

Someone that Sammy works with has a relative that is going to be in New York visiting for about six weeks. We're the same age, so we figured it'd be fun to take her around the city. It was great practice for my French. We took her all the way out in Brooklyn to eat at the best Pizza place around. We got all turned around on the subway, so it took forever. When we finally got the pizza...she didn't want any. Women.


This place is awesome. It is so good because there has been one man making the pizza for the past thirty or so years. His name is Dominick. He immigrated to the US in the seventies and opened a pizza shop. He is literally the only guy that makes all the pizza every day. The crust was a little off when we were there (when I say off, it wasn't bad. It was great, but it's usually a little better), but the sauce is freakin delicious. He also grates all the cheese directly onto the pizza, and then clips fresh basil on top. It takes a while for him to make each pie, but boy is it worth it

Here's Dominick. The pizza legend of Brooklyn.

Silliness, as usual. That's Sammy, my roommate on the left. He's a great guy. We're actually really similar, so it makes for a pretty fun apartment.
Here's Aurelie, the French girl we were showing around town. She's pretty cute, but camera shy I geuss.