three things — sourdough crust, san marzano, fior di latte. if a shop can't get this one right, nothing else on the menu matters.
we leoparded the cornicione. blistered, not burnt. soft chew, dry shatter on the bottom.
our oven runs hot — eight hundred plus. the floor sweats by 11am. we like it that way; the dough does too.
no walk-in full of pre-stretched dough. no conveyor belt. one peel, one fire, one cook at a time.
no filter. the way slices actually leave the counter.