Yeah, I know. It’s definitely a failing of his.
I think he harbors unrequited love for Julia Roberts and that mystic pizza movie.
I love all kinds of pizza, but when he didn’t like Pequods? He was dead to me.
I mean, come on. “New Haven style”?
I’m good with a greasy NYC style slice. As a Chicagoan? Yeah - our secret is tavern crust, but pequods (or malnati’s) is our thing.
We can talk stuffed. We can even talk Detroit style. We can even talk the fancy-pantsy coal-fired margherita.
But “New Haven style”? It’s just the red-headed stepchild of the real pizzas.
He should be embarrassed to call it his favorite.
It’s on par with the St Louis people who laud *their* pizza - which is just Chicago tavern pizza with that weird processed cheese topping (Provel or whatever?)
I think that's the best style of pizza.
I mean if I had to eat pizza every day.
In all seriousness, I do like his pizza reviews.
But only because I think he’s just almost *always* wrong. I admire anybody who enjoys eating - and I give him bonus points for calling out antisemitism - but yikes.
It seems like every time he says “this pizza is great!”, I want to smack him upside the head and say “No, it’s really not”... and every time he says “this pizza is disappointing”, I also want to smack him upside the head and say “What’s wrong with you?”
My son once wanted to send him a bunch of Dominos pizzas as a joke - and I was in favor of the idea, until he said “you pay for it”. I like jokes, but they’re a lot funnier if I don’t have to pay for them :-)