Oddest dining experience yesterday: DiFara's pizza, in the depths of Brooklyn (I don't even know what that neighborhood is called, but Avenue J is the stop on the Q). This place is one of those hallowed Chowhound "finds," where an aged specialist mystically prepares transcendant, genre-defining examples of a given food, and disciple diners look on in awe and reverence.
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Cook’s Illustrated in the Flesh
Sooo tired. Not even the prospect of mocking Christopher Kimball's twee little bow tie can rally me. Or maybe it can...