In honor of the passing of NYC’s most legendary and influential pizza man, todays special slice is our homage to the original on Avenue J.
I’ll never forget watching Dom methodically top and bake his pies, turning them in the oven with his bare hands, checking that the crust and bottom of the pie was cooked just right. All the details you heard about where there… the man himself making every pie alone, his daughter Maggie at the counter taking your order on a yellow legal pad, the mounted hand grater for slicing his cheeses to order, the copious amounts of olive oil, and of course the scissor cut pile of fresh basil finishing every pie.
I will remember his Sicilian pies the most as I had never seen anything like it at that time. Coming out of the oven steaming and with olive oil bubbling from the sides of the black pan, it looked like he had jammed two pizzas worth of everything on a single slice. It was the pizza you knew and loved but times 100—with more of everything.
Every slice was a celebration. A over the top blend of the old and the new. Somehow simple yet complex. Dom’s dedication to his craft and the pizza he made had all the things that make the Italian American spirit and food so special. His legend will live on forever.
RIP DOM ❤️