I biked to Grimaldi’s today to meet Matthew and Alix and they had already ordered an original pie and a sausage red pepper basil onion pie. The pizzas were splayed on a table in the Brooklyn Bridge park and we enjoyed them in the bright sun looking out at the Manhattan skyline. They were delicious.
I had been waiting to go back to Grimaldi’s for a while, to judge if it was the best in the city ever since I went to Di Fara’s. That pizza is good. It’s five bucks a slice but ol’ man Di Fara drizzles that imported olive oil and cuts the basil with scissors over it when it comes out of the oven. The crust is sweet and it’s so good you don’t dare waste any.
Grimaldi’s crust is good – it tastes of the oven – but it’s not as good. I admit I may be prejudiced because at DiFara’s I didn’t have as much pizza in front of me and so I had to savor it more than today, but my taste buds don’t lie.
The other contenders, Lombardi’s, Patsy’s, and (I think we can include) Roberta’s in this conversation, are delicious, but DiFara’s is hands down the winner. You don’t believe me? Take the Q train out to Midwood and see for yourself.