07/16/2026
Growing up in Brooklyn, I was surrounded by some of the most iconic pizza in the world. Every neighborhood had its legends, and everyone had their favorite.
For me, it was the corner square from Korner Pizza on Church Avenue and East 3rd Street. It was L&B Spumoni Gardens. It was Grimaldi’s or Patsy’s if you want to go a back … Each had its own style, its own personality, and its own loyal following.
I grew up loving a square pie. Don’t get me wrong—I love a classic New York slice. It just was never my favorite. Give me that corner square every time.
That perfect crust… crispy on the bottom with just the right amount of grease. Crunchy, yet airy enough that it never felt hard. Then came that soft, almost velvety center where you couldn’t quite tell where the dough ended and the cheese began. It simply melted in your mouth.
Those places didn’t just feed me—they shaped my palate.
They became the standard I still measure great pizza against today.
So when it came time to create my pizza, I wasn’t trying to make a New York slice, a Sicilian square, or even a trendy Neapolitan pie. I was focused on taste and texture—on creating something that reflected where I come from while blending the flavors and textures of my youth that made me fall in love with pizza in the first place.
The result is a pie that’s a little thicker than a traditional New York slice, yet softer and airier like a Neapolitan. But unlike a traditional Neapolitan, my pizza has an undercarriage. It has structure. It has to support the toppings, and yes… it still has to fold. For me, if a slice doesn’t fold just right, it isn’t the pizza I set out to create.
I call it New York-politan.
It’s my interpretation of everything I love about Brooklyn pizza, blended with the qualities I admire in a great Neapolitan pie.
I’m not trying to be Brooklyn…
I am Brooklyn.
Those flavors are woven into who I am. They’re part of my childhood, my family, and the way I experience food. They live in every pizza I make because they’ve been a part of me for as long as I can remember.
Every dough I make, every sauce I season, and every pie that comes out of our oven has to live up to the standard set by those unforgettable Brooklyn pizzerias.
Now I want to hear from you…
What pizza shaped your idea of the perfect slice? Was it a neighborhood pizzeria? A family tradition? A place you’ll never forget?
Tell us your story. We’d love to hear what made you fall in love with pizza. 🍕❤️
