I wasn't assked but...let me tell you...
I did not anticipate pizza south of the Mason-Dixon line to taste anything like a northern east coast walk through the city. I was pleasantly shocked to find myself licking sauce off the lips of another patron in the Fuel Stop that afternoon I went. It was really that good. It was "lick the lips of another patron good". Can pizza taste any better down here?
Still...don't give up on a few of the other NYC pie makers quite yet. But I will continue to make this one of my stops everytime I am in the Queen City.