"Heavenly. Where do I start? The Sauce Fresh? Absolutely. Authentic? The word itself does not make this sauce the righteousness she deserves. It keeps this light acidity and bitter fruitiness of the crushed tomatoes, but is broken and heart-shaped enough to a seizure of blows when it had to. In the same breath, it is easy enough to be dusted with a hint of herbs and not to exude any of the sensitive aromas. It triggers sensations of an ancient Italian heritage. In my opinion, I can actually hear that Nona screams at her Nipotini to fight while she complains about the herd on Sunday. The crust was still an ode of the old world. Thin but with integrity. Crunchy first and then only resistant enough to tear before it attacked the chewing. Finally, a flood of soft rich yeast taste that could? ve stood alone as a masterpiece. Truly a considerable involvement in the artistry that this pizza was. You can beat the fresh mozzarella splended like the islands of Goey-Cremeness, each over the top only sufficient to a bubble or two of char. I would call it the perfect amount just enough to ensure that every slice got a taste of goodness, but not so much to cause the feeling of lethargia and actively clog arteries. Finally, a sprinkle of chopped fresh leaf basil and feta cheese, and an always so light stretch of olive oil to really bring together all flavors. There is also a short waiting time, an excellent service and a cold beer? I tell you, it really felt like heaven. I told my wife that it's worth a pizza to move on this side of the country. I don't say that easily. Let's see if she bites. Thanks again, The Oven. Ci Vediamo Dopo. I'm really looking forward to it."
