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First and foremost, it's gotta be from somewhere in that Boston-Providence-New Haven-NYC-Philly corridor. Pizza from pretty much anywhere else is straight up garbage. I don't know if it's because of the legit Italian concentration up here, or something in the water, but the pizza is just leaps and bounds better than anywhere else I've had it from, and I have it on good authority that pizza in other places I haven't been to is substandard as well. To put it simply, if you haven't had pizza from that Holy Land of Italian cuisine, then you haven't had pizza, you've only had some semblance of what it could be. (Chicago deep dish notwithstanding, that's kind of it's own animal) Offering me chain store pizza, i. e. Domino's, Papa John's, Pizza Hut, Little Caesar's, etc, is grounds for immediate termination of our friendship, if not cold-blooded murder.
For the pizza itself: MEAT. Plain cheese is for psychopaths, no debate. All these delicious toppings and you choose "NONE?" Clearly not dealing with someone I'd trust to not stab me in the neck with a screwdriver. So load me up. Pepperoni, sausage, some hamburger if you want to get weird. Got love for veggies too, I'm going peppers and onions. Actually going to Boston for work today, might have to make some bad nutritional decisions while I'm there. Book it🍕1