Pizza with a Purpose

This blog is the brainchild of two like-minded pizza-freaks.
It started with the thought of a pizza tour in pizza heaven.

I just finished college in Baltimore and have settled back into my home in Northern NJ--just a 30 minute drive and an easy train ride from Manhattan. Eamonn, my brother-in-law, lives in Hoboken and has been a pizza aficionado his whole life. In fact he still maintains a 75% pizza diet. Take a look at his food pyramid.

Living in the area, We've heard people rave about local favorite pizza parlors. And, with the rest of my life ahead of me, I figured that as well as searching for a job and an apartment, there's one more thing I should be searching for: the perfect pizza.

As Plato says, "An unexamined life is not worth living", and although that may have very little to do with our pizza tour, this isn't the kind of thing that's all about the results. Yes, we're there to evaluate and rate as we go, but the main point of this is to experience the best New York has to offer and have some fun at it. "Examine", if you will, our superior pizza-blessed surroundings. With the technology of this newfound "interwebs", we may even be able to enlighten the average Topeka, Kansas native about what pizza really is and what they're missing out on.

We'd like to do what Morgan Spurlock did for McDonalds, except using less will-power, forced-puking, Big Mac's, and media backlash. We've got an entire summer to check out the best of the best. Mmmm.

As we go from Manhattan to Brooklyn, the Bronx and beyond, we'll be taking suggestions from people who think they know the best place to get pizza in New York City. Feel free to leave your suggestions in our "comments" section.

Our current tour includes these NYC pizza spots:

Lombardi's
John's of Bleecker
DeFara's (Brooklyn)
Patsy's (Harlem)
Patsy's (Brooklyn)
Totonno's (Coney Island, Brooklyn)

An explanation of the blog title:
A long time ago, in a land far away, I pitched an idea to a New Zealand bar-manager/entrepeneur named Stafford to sell pizza by the slice to late night beer-munchied out kids. Although he had no problem letting kids under the age of 16 drink at his bar, he seemed morally offended by the thought of selling pizza by the slice. Yes, in this foreign land things were strange, and they only sold pizza by the pie. Silly kiwis.

This is a chance for me to celebrate my reunion with the land that invented pizza by the slice.