Di Fara’s in Brooklyn — this place looks like a time capsule where the walls are held up by grease and stubbornness, but the pizza? Absolute monster. Crust has that charred swagger, chewy in the middle, like it’s been training in the oven for decades. Sauce hits bright and sharp, cheese drips oil like it’s trying to ruin your shirt on purpose, and then they hit you with the basil snip like a mic drop.
Yeah, it’s cramped, messy, and the wait feels like a punishment, but then you take a bite and all is forgiven. Even Dave Portnoy called this one of the best, and for once, the guy wasn’t reaching. One bite, everyone knows the rules. 9.4/10 — the kind of slice that makes 99% of pizza look like a frozen DiGiorno.