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Papa Parla eating pizza* while driving down Flatbush Ave in Brooklyn. It’s a Parla tradition.

Living so far from New Jersey has fewer benefits that I had originally predicted as a teenager. When I left home for college in 1998, I could’t escape fast enough. But as I have matured, I have become increasingly enamored of the Garden State. There are many things about my native land that I hold dear: tax free shopping (more…)

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Photo credit: Aromicreativi

This week, we hear from living legend Pierluigi Roscioli, a career baker who runs the family-owned Antico Forno Roscioli in Rome’s historical center. His pizza bianca rules my life and whether you try it on its own or filled with mortadella or figs and prosciutto, I guarantee it will rule your life, too. The pane di Lariano, a local (more…)

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Last month, my friend and illustrious colleague Andrew Sessa and I embarked on the dreamiest assignment in the land. We spent 48 hours eating in the best pizzerias in and around Naples. Read all about our carb-tastic 20-pizza journey in the Houston Chronicle (full article here) for the scoop on where to find (more…)

Last week, STA Travel sent Canadian photographers Jill Man and Kyla Trethewey, collectively known as Our Wild Abandon, to film part of their Travel Insiders series. Fresh off a US road trip, Jill and Kyla joined me for a whirlwind pizza tour. Check out our feast here.

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That yellow can of Filippo Berio olive oil is a giant red flag. Run away.

I grew up in central New Jersey eating greasy pizza made by Italians who were either too lazy to source decent cheese, too greedy to splurge on the good stuff, or too confident their clients couldn’t tell the difference. Plenty didn’t have the culture to know any better. I know oily industrial cheese and second press olive oil when I taste it and I am neither willing nor able to overlook Di Fara’s liberal use of both. The ingredients, and consequently, the pizza, at the uber-famous Di Fara in the Midwood section of Brooklyn suck. I explain why on Food Republic.