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Anybody ever driven a car around the narrow streets of New York? Some days you could spend 45 minutes inching along one mile of highway. The entire time, you're looking around at how many cars and trucks are trying to cram into a space that was designed for a small fraction of them. The patience-testing experience has you swearing off a repeat performance. But that doesn't mean one should write off ever driving a car here. Believe it or not, there are actually times when driving around New York is not only easy but--dare I say it?--quite pleasant. Enter Di Fara. Nothing said here is an embellishement. Walking into Di Fara at 4 p.m. on a Saturday is like driving into the Theater District for a Wednesday matinee during Xmas season. Just as our roads haven't changed much in the last fifty years (nor should they!), neither has Mr. DeMarco. Same roads no matter how many more cars there are. Same approach to making pizza, whether there are 3 customers or 103 customers. The skinny: There *are* times when Di Fara is just another pizza place, at least in terms of crowds. Those are the only times I'm willing to go. Just as I'm not disclosing my parking secrets in a public forum, same goes for my Di Fara secrets. This reminds me of that Yogi Berra quote: "Nobody goes there anymore. It's too crowded." And when Yogi goes to Di Fara, his pizza is is cut into only six slices ...

Settle down, Beavis. Maybe I need a class on how to post things on the Internet. Between you and the Syracuse guys, everyone thinks I'm picking fights. I'm just making conversation. All in good fun. I don't mean to be smarmy, but at the end of the day this is still just pizza we're talking about. The only thing I really meant to take issue with was calling Mr. DeMarco's pizza-making "careless." It's reasonable to call the place too hot or the waits too long or even the pizza not worth those sacrifices. But Mr. DeMarco cares too much, not too little. Live by the sword, die by the sword. Genug shoyn!