Well then, let’s up the pretentious-o-meter. Unless you’ve had Pizza in Italy (doesn’t matter where, I had great pizzas from the top of Italy and Venice to the boot and all the way through including Sicily).
I’ve had pizza in NYC more than once. Nothing to write home about.
You may think you are getting good pizza, but you’re not, sorry.
In NYC, you have to know where to look. Too many corner joints in New York are owned by Pakistanis/Ecuadorians/Yemeni who use cheap ass ingredients which might as well be Dominoes. However, the places that are good are, indeed, the best in the country.
Although I’m the one New Yorker who actually does order from Dominos as I like their pizza better than the 10,000 Ray’s Pizza places here (so my pizza taste may be somewhat suspect) I spent last summer in Italy and I have to admit that I thought that a good NY pizza was generally better than a good Italian pizza. Except for one place in Venice, I wasn’t a big Italian Pizza fan (although I didn’t go to that place in Naples, which is rumored to have the best pizza in the world...my travelling companion did, and she said that it was, indeed, the best pizza in the world).