I have long bristled at New Yorkers’ insistence that New York pizza is the One True Pizza and all others are pale imitations (or, perhaps, gross inflations).
Well, I’m in New York, and completely by chance I dropped into Rigoletto on the Upper West Side for a couple of slices. Two bucks each (!), so I wasn’t expecting much.
They were seriously the best two slices of pizza I’ve had in… er… forever.
And Rigoletto isn’t even close to the best-rated NYC pizza place on Yelp. I think I might have to hit Joe’s before I leave.