Loving Luzzo's

One of my favorite reasons for visiting New York is the food.  Specifically, the pizza.  Fresh mozzarella, a little sauce, a sprinkle of basil, and almost paper-thin crust.  Sounds easy enough, but it's tough to get right, especially in LA.

Luckily, I'm not in LA this weekend, I'm in my beloved New York ... where my beloved friend Steph took me to her favorite pizza spot, Luzzo's.  A dive in the East Village, it's simple, uncomplicated, filled with the unmistakable smell of a hot pizza oven.  Tables come with salt, pepper and a can of Italian olive oil.

LUZZO'S Bufala pie.
We ordered the Bufala, which is the magical pie of the gods.  It arrived hot and bubbling — all crust, painted with tomato, dotted with fresh cheese, and hit with just enough basil to feel like a tease.  After the heavy, oily, over-sauced hubcaps I've had in LA, it was heaven.  I ate four slices, half of them dipped in salted olive oil, and yet I left feeling light and ready to keep exploring the city. When is the last time you ate four slices of pizza and felt good about it?

Now, I'm still a big fan of a Jersey pie, but for uncomplicated deliciousness, the Bufala is a winner.  Go to New York.  Go to Luzzo's.  And bring cash, because they don't take credit cards.


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