I was born and raised in Maplewood, New Jersey, about fifteen miles outside of New York City. Until I was in middle school, I never really liked the pizza available in our town. There was El Greco's, which had an overly thick, overly bready crust and too much pasty, room-temperature tomato sauce. My brother disagreed, but even at that young age I knew El Greco's pizza was just plain stupid. In South Orange, the next town over, there was Bunny's Pizzeria, where the pies were always blackened to a crisp on the bottom and unappealingly unctuous on top. South Orangers loved it; Maplewoodians tended to stay away -- which wasn't surprising, considering that pizza in the tri-state armpit is a very specific, very regional, crazily... More >>>