Disclaimer: I am an opinionated New Yorker who takes his pizza seriously. A little too seriously.
Great, now that that’s out of the way we can now get into a little bit of back-story. It was roughly two years ago, I was in the kitchen of my parents’ house when I came across some of my brother’s left over dough. I whipped up what I thought was a decent pie and sent a picture to him, feeling proud of my creation. Little did I know that his response would ignite my motivation and determination for the perfect homemade pizza, but most importantly to outdo him.
“It looks good, but mine are better.”