As an unabashed food nerd (a term I much prefer to foodie), I was undeterred by the hours wait time. I just pack my kindle and grab a glass of wine from the wine bar next door. I took some locals' advice and got in line about an hour ahead of opening. Thursday, I understand is the easiest night. Friday and Saturday are impossible. I was seated quickly both times since I was traveling by myself - this is one instance when it is not good to have friends.
Now the first time I was at PB, I had to have the magherita (you know me, it you can't make a good magherita, you have no reason to be in business). It was good, not as good as I've tasted in Italy but superior to most pizza.
However, the second time, I tried the wiseguy. It was amazing. The crust was beyond perfect - light, bubbly, but not bready. I couldn't stop eating my pizza. However, it could have used a lighter hand with the smoked mozzarella. It overwhelmed the delicious onions and fennel sausage.
The best view is at the bar watching the guys craft the pizzas. The fire undulates in the brick oven creating a hypnotic pyromaniacs fantasy.