DiFara is tops.

On a blisteringly cold night, Jesse, Bill, and I drove from Manhattan to Avenue J in Brooklyn. Jesse and Bill wanted to split when they saw the overflow crowd, and when we were advised of the wait of "over an hour." But they had never been there, so of course the whole thing seemed absurd. I knew better. We had two excellent bottles of wine with us, so we passed the time drinking, and observing the whole DiFara phenomenon as it unfolded. There were no complaints when our two beautiful pies arrived, one regular, the other (pictured) half pepperoni/half broccoli rabe & wild onions; and only sounds of total satisfaction as we devoured this holy food. Nothing like it. DiFara is as good as it gets!