Giuseppina's: One Cop Car Flashing with a BANGLE OF PRAISE

Pizzas are so good in Brooklyn that Plotnik has been forced to try to figure out how to to properly compare them. Saturday night's spectacular pies at Giuseppina's in Lower Park Slope were so good that all the other rankings have had to be adjusted. One thing for sure is if a cop car is parked out in front of the restaurant, in front of a fire hydrant, with its lights blazing, for half an hour or more, it's got to be great pizza.

This is another restaurant of the type that doesn't exist in Shmalifornia: all Giuseppina's makes is pizza and calzone, no gimmicks, not even any dessert or coffee. But it's a true bistro, not a little neighborhood pizzeria with nowhere comfortable to sit, like Di Fara's, nor a tourist trap like Grimaldi's, nor a hipster hangout like Roberta's. The crust is thin but not Yuppie thin, the toppings are scant so you can taste the ridiculously delicious mozzarella (half cow's milk and half water buffalo) and the tomato sauce seems like little besides crushed tomatoes and salt. How can it be this good?

Belly digs in.

Back to Saturday: a boy should not aim an apple...

At his poor and humble father...

Now, should he?