My great grandmother was born in Luca, Italy. The last conversation I ever had with my grandfather before he passed was him reminding me to stir the sauce. Even though he was in hospice at the time, in his mind we were preparing dinner at home.
Until 2001, my family had lived in the east coast US, and so I became accustomed to a certain form of Italian American food. Few places this far west have measured up- until we found Payless Pizza.
The pies are the genuine article. The pesto pizza is amazing. The ranch, made in house, is wonderful; but don't even think about ruining a perfectly good order of Vinnie's garlic knots with it. For those, you'll want to try the equally delicious marina. Truthfully though, you can't go wrong with an item on the menu. Crafted with real ingredients, prepared with passion, every bite is a testament to the love this place feels for authentic east coast Italian food.
I can't recommend this place highly enough.