I have to thank Yelp for leading me to this venerable pizzeria. I don't like what it says about my biases that I have passed this joint literally thousands of times over the last decade without noticing it as it is right around the corner from me. Then again, its frontage looks like it has been fading since the day it opened in 1964.
The Danforth Pizza House is nothing less than a time machine back to much simpler era before debit or even credit cards, when pizzas were simpler and humbler. There are ten ingredients available, and one type of crust: doughy and perfectly charred on the bottom.
I can't think of another restaurant in town that reminds me so strongly of the best pizzas from my childhood in Toronto, and I thank the owners for sticking to their guns all these years.