Pizza as the Eyes Open

Sorry, Alan, I know it's awhile 'til lunch, but this morning The Great Plotnik opened his eyes and immediately thought about pizza. First, he thought about his favorite pizza in the world, the margherita con salsiccia at Pazzia. Jeez, what a nice picture to wake up to.

Then this beauty from Fornino's in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY popped before him.



Though delicious looking, the three Plotniks all made the tactical error of ordering the Al Roker Speical, but only because it came with too many THINGS on it. It was really tasty, but would have been better without the roasted peppers.



Next, he thought about Delfina's Pizzeria on 18th Street in SP, which has very good, thin-crust Not Quite Hippie Pizza. Hippie Pizza would have goat cheese and tofupperoni, but Delfina's doesn't go that far. It's not Pazzia, but it's delicious.



Casabianca Pizza Pie makes the best pizza Plotnik knows about in Stiletto City, especially if you order the Extra Large with Roasted Garlic, take it like a man and accept the extreme heartburn that hits like Vladimir Guerrero and arrives in two hours sharp. In fact, Casabianca's Roasted Garlic Pizza is so pungent that Blogger insists on running a small-sized photo only, out of respect to neighboring blogs.



Next, Plotnik thought about Sal and Carmine's on 102nd and Broadway in NYC, though he decided to put up another photo of Pazzia's instead, because now he can't get it out of his mind. Sal and Carmine's was reputed to be one of the best in the Shmapple, by a source-to-be-unnamed-Kevin, but it was unbelievably salty, almost -- but not quite -- too salty to swallow. But by the end of the third large slice it was getting a lot better.

This started out to be an observation that everybody thinks their own local pizza parlor is the best. Why is that? They're mostly the same: delicious. Oh, almost forgot: Chicago Style. Go Cubbies!