Monday, April 20, 2009
Posted By:
Sara Bogush
Photo:
Sara Bogush
DiFara
The Mount Olympus
of great New York
pizza is Midwood's humble DiFara, owned and operated by Dom DeMarco for 40-odd
years. Dom makes every pie himself, eleven hours a day, seven days a week,
moving at a slow but steady and unrelenting pace. The result is a golden ratio
of crisp, airy crust, tangy sauce, and a blend of rich mozzarella and salty
parmesan cheese. The line, of course, can be excruciating. Expect to wait a
half hour or more for slices, and longer for pies. Go early, bring a book, and
keep an eye out for when your order should be up, as it can get a bit
disorganized in there. You won't be disappointed--simple dough, sauce and cheese
never tasted this mind-bendingly good.
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Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Posted By:
Jennifer Keeney Sendrow
Photo:
Scott Sendrow
If there were an award for the creepiest window display in the city (Village Voice “Best of NY” editor, are you reading this?), it should go to Wig Showcase in Ocean Parkway. A mere photograph cannot do justice to their collection of oddly coiffed mannequin heads locked behind a metal gate after hours. If you have ever been afraid of dolls, stay far away. One of the heads slowly rotates, while the rest stare off in a dozen directions, their lifeless expressions lit by small spotlights. Most are a phony Caucasian flesh tone, but a few have the pure white skin and blood red lips of a cartoon vampire. The cascading assortment of hairstyles of the ‘70s, ‘80s, and ‘90s is rounded out by two small plastic envelopes containing a false beard and moustache. It’s hirsute horror.
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Thursday, March 15, 2007
Posted By:
J. Slab
Photo:
J. Slab
Pizza Time
Even my harshest critics generally concede that I’m a humanitarian of the highest order. It’s almost like Ghandi “did it” with Mother Teresa, then (9 months later) yours truly. I mention this only because I recently did the unthinkable: I went to Avenue J and decided to get a slice not at Di Fara’s. Whether it was my innate sympathy for those less fortunate, or Dom Di Fara’s mind-boggling inability to make a square pie in under an hour, I decided to give Pizza Time a go. After all, 1) I was starving; 2) it’s a block away; and 3) they advertise (without a hint of irony) “authentic Kosher Italian food.” Color me intrigued. And confused; this place was packed. Even more crowded than Di Fara’s. And I wasn’t that curious. So I headed back and waited 40 minutes for Dom to dish out the slices, comforted by the fact that at least I had tried.
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