Let me tell you about the thing you say as “just pizza.” We begin with the first bite. Oooh. The crunch. Then the marinara. That royaling lava of tomato and oregano, it overtakes you. I’m falling. And that’s when she catches you. That chewey, voluptuous mistress; Mozzarella. Oven-kissed cheeks crackle with warmth in your mouth, cradling the sauce and the bread. Letting you know that from now on, that this is home.
This pizza is home.