Dominoe’s, Papa Johns, Pizza Hut and similar franchise places do not make pizza. They make a frozen, poorly flavored substitute that resembles pizza. The worst pizza places near me in Queens, NY are 10x better than the best the chains can offer.
Living in NYC, there are many great places to choose from, but my favorite is a place called Little Italy located near Grand Central Station (around 42nd St and Lexington Ave.). Because they’re located in midtown, they work business hours, opening at 11am and closing around 6pm-7pm (leaving a very small window of time when you can go in and get some of the good stuff). They don’t have tables (standing room only) and they have the best dough, tomato sauce and mozzarella I’ve ever had. Plus, they cook the pizza the way I like it: thin, crispy on the bottom, soft and chewy on top. I could eat that crust forever… Interestingly, I found another “Little Italy” down the block from where I worked (around 3 blocks from the other place) and their pizza tasted surprisingly similar to the first place, though not quite as good (a 9.8 vs a 9.6, really). I asked the guys behind the counter about the similar name and taste; one guy told me that a group of partners used to own several places named “Little Italy” together, but then divided the stores between themselves when they dissolved the partnership. The guy at the better “Little Italy” called the other one a filthy liar and claimed that his Little Italy was the only real one and the best one. He got the “best one” part right.
At a close second place behind the Little Italy’s mentioned above is Delmar’s Pizzeria in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn. Completely different flavor than the Little Italy’s, and yet there’s a quality to their pizza that I can’t describe. The first time I tried it, I had flashbacks to a pizzeria that my parents took me to as a little child. Every time I eat there, it tastes like the pizza I ate as a kid, and I don’t know if you can put a value on something that triggers that feeling of something you loved as a child.
For all the places mentioned above, if I’m anywhere near the area, I must pay a visit, hungry or not, and have a slice, diet be damned. That stuff is too good to deny yourself a taste.