About 10 years ago, my friend said, "Common, I'll take you for the best slice of your life." When he mentioned the corner of E.15th Street and Ave. J, all I could say was, "Kosher pizza?" No. Domenic DiFara's pizzeria in this Jewish retail bastion is "one of those things that's not like the others...one of those things that doesn't belong..."
I had run past the inconspicuous store front with the faded PIZZA sign a million times on my way to the track at Midwood Field, and never imagined there was actually an active pizzeria there.
Without reservations, this is the best Sicilian (square) pizza I've ever had anywhere. The round pies are also spectacular, but the square is special, with a thinner crust than customary. Domenic uses 4 cheeses, and spices he grows in the shop window hanging like Chia Pets. This master pie making machine has only one speed--slow. He's like an athlete in the zone--his focus is only on the pie, one after another. The money absentmindedly finds its way into the antique register, and it doesn't matter how much he raises his prices, the demand never waivers.
His son runs the back kitchen which turns out the traditional fare of italian eateries for the rare customer who doesn't order pizza. His daughter also pitches in. I once asked her if she could make pies as good as her dad. "The round, close, but not the square," was her candid reply.
Be warned, the place looks like a dingy dump, with cheap linoleum floors. Good luck finding a place to sit for more than two. Don't come here hungry; expect to wait an hour. And don't ask how much, just pay what you are told. Grab your pie, and take it home to enjoy. On a Friday night, when Avenue J is a ghost town after the Orthodox population retires for the Sabbath, the only sign of life is a long line of luxury cars parked outside DiFara's waiting patiently for their pies!!!
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