We found ourselves in Brooklyn with a whole lot of time to kill and an appetite for adventure and good food. I had recently read about the famous Di Fara Pizza so we walked about 30 minutes to grab a slice. It was named Best Pizza in NY by a few of my most trusted Nomming resources, including my fave, New York Magazine.
Di Fara has been owned by Dom DeMarco since 1964 and is a legend in Brooklyn. He was there the day we came in, making pizzas one after another.
When we walked in, we were incredibly ignored by the pizza crew behind the counter. I wasn’t sure if there was some process that I didn’t know about to order, but after some time, finally someone made eye contact.
I had read that it can take hours to get pizza, but they weren’t too busy on this mid-afternoon Saturday. BUT, they didn’t have a lot of by the slice options either, so we both went for square (I was hoping to try one of each, Sicilian square and classic round… but oh well).
The place is tiny, pretty run down, hot, and perfectly old Brooklyn. You could probably lick history off the walls (though I wouldn’t recommend it).
I went with the artichoke.
It was so hot that it was nearly impossible to eat for a good 30 minutes. And the tin foil was so stuck to the bottom that it required a lot of finger nail scraping to make sure we didn’t murder our fillings. But once it cooled down, I really enjoyed it.
Mike got a margarita slice.
Which looked far too gooey and mushy, but wound up being really great.
The slightly caramelized, crisp crust was impressive seeing as though the top was nearly soup.
We both really enjoyed our slices, but was it the best pizza we ever had? Mehhhh. It was damn good, but probably not worth schlepping all over Brooklyn for, nor waiting hours. But I’m glad we went. I actually much prefer classic round pizza to Sicilian, so I wonder how my opinion would have been changed had we tried that. Perhaps next time! If we’re in the neighborhood…
Total Nom Points: 6.5 out of 10
