I do know that the topic of pizza in New York invites banter (synonym: arguments) amongst those passionate on the topic. The media have done many pizzeria-related stories (usually along the lines of, which-is-the-best-pizza-to-have), as have outspoken pizza shop owners ("Hey, wood's better than coal." "No, coal's better than wood." "No gas is better than both." “Mine’s a hybrid.” “Grilled nails it.”) and we arrive at story lines as endless as the choices we have here ― choices that continue to expand (most recently, in the realm of Naples-style pizza ― tiny, high-priced delicious things of char and fresh mozzarella, with crusts that pizzaioli have nurtured according to Reinheitsgebot-like guidelines ― and that sometimes receive endorsement from one of the numerous self-proscribed Verified Neapolitan Pizza Organizations ― sign me up!!).
And then along comes Donald Trump, who brings Sarah Palin to a Famous Famiglia Pizzeria near Times Square. (In 2010, a competition “The Apprentice” involved making pizzas at Famiglia.)
The Trump-Palin visit was laughable to Jon Stewart, so he ranted on Trump and raved on New York pizza in a way that eclipses the ho-hum details about oven types, rise times, perfect tomatoes, etc. -- getting to the heart of what makes New York pizza, New York pizza (and what makes pizza so New York) (and makes New York such a pizza town).
While pizzacentric does not strive to echo stories already well-publicized, Stewart presents pizza in the context of New York and does so with such streetwise veracity that ― in case you haven't caught it yet ― I've posted it here. Click the above screenshot to learn (and laugh) about the sacred meaning of pizza to New Yorkers.