Darren72 wrote:chezbrad wrote:linutink wrote:I do note that other cities have more than one pizzeria listed in his top 25 (New York, I can understand, but Boston?).
Better question: What's with the Detroit love?
Well, here's what he wrote:
3. Detroit. No city has more consistently satisfying pies than Detroit. No city executes its particular style, in this case the square Sicilian, as flawlessly as Detroit. Hard to go wrong wherever you eat, although a hopeless local peculiarity is burying the pepperoni under the sauce.
Is this inaccurate?
I was asking the exact same question after reading this and it warranted an immediate roadtrip to Detroit (with Rene G in tow). Having never had the pleasure of experiencing Detroit pizza before, I was extremely interested in checking it out after reading the article. I figured any city that has FOUR places represented in any Top blah-blah list warrants an immediate four-hour drive.
Peter and I tried both Buddy’s pizza (#15) & Tomatoes Apizza (#21).
Richman claims that Buddy’s “pizza crust is one of the best in America.” and I would fully agree if I equated great pizza crust to most shrimp toast. This stuff was so greazy that I almost asked our waitress if they had any showers there to hose down after eating a couple of squares. It didn’t help that they glazed the top of the pizza with a one-dimensional super-sweet/thin cheap-thrill tomato sauce. This isn’t bad pizza but it’s certainly a far cry from being noteworthy.
The young pizzaiola at Tomatoes Apizza immediately told us how the owner models his pies after the great efforts found in New Haven, CT (Sally’s, Pepe’s, whomever). I’ve unfortunately never had the fortune to partake of the legendary New Haven-style pizza before, but if it resembles anything like this stuff, I’ll be holding off for awhile. This was an oily, low-grade floppy mess with no crust-al integrity whatsoever. When we inquired about their supposed coal oven, they told us that it is located at their other location (29275 14-Mile Road) which wasn’t even mentioned in the GQ article. She assured us that the pizza we ordered was virtually identical to the other location’s coal-fired version, feeling confident in claiming this since she also worked there as well. Hmm.
Again, not bad pizza but not even close to noteworthy.
I’m hoping Rene G puts up side-by-side pictures (sorry, my camera recently broke) of Difara’s (Brooklyn) pan pizza versus Buddy’s squares so you can see how ludicrous some of these choices can really be. Surprisingly, Difara didn’t even make this list.
In the end, I think we were in agreement that Richman’s wife must have grown up somewhere around Detroit.