We schlepped all over creation in van with a giant wienie on top.. We tried a lot of pizza -- some bad, some better, some pretty good. Yet after promising to bring us to Star Tavern, Pete Genovese turned out to be some kind of pizza tease. He's promising a rematch, but it's going to take a lot to regain my trust.
What I did like: Caffe Capri in East Rutherford and its thin-crust pies with cheese you could finally taste (everywhere we went sauce was overly dominant). I preferred the fried calzones to the slices at Pizzatown USA, which was close enough for Baristavillians in Elmwood Park.
The last stop was at Al Santillo's Brick Oven Pizza. If there was ever prohibition for pizza, Santillo's is like a speakeasy for pies, where you go in the alley behind the house and whisper "give me a 1957" (all the pies are by year here, the year the style debuted). The only negative: it's over in Elizabeth, a bit of a hike for pizza. But don't listen to my review -- get a load of this satisfied Santillo's customer who wants to give his wife some cooking lessons (caution profanity ahead)...



















So who stuck the "BV" sticker on the Munchmobile? And tell me, what was it like to ride around NJ with that marvelous phallic symbol on top of your vehicle... :)?
Also interesting, two of my favorites are Star and Reservoir; so I am anxious to see what the "heavy hitters" have to say.