I returned to Di Fara's today. It had been too long since I last had a heavenly slice there. Dom DeMarco opened late, so there was a line of about eight people by the time his daughter (I believe) unlocked the door. I say with pride that I was first in line.
Since I didn't provide my gentle readers with a shot of the fabled slice last time around, I thought I would now. Here it is:
Notice the dusting of fresh romano and clippings of basil, spread just after the pizza came out of the oven. And the beautiful texture of the mozzarella, ever so burnt here and there. It began to snow in Midwood while I was there. A pretty scene altogether.