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Di Fara: Same conclusion, alternate perspective


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Di Fara: Same conclusion, alternate perspective

Allen Bank | | Nov 17, 1999 02:39 PM

Greetings to all:It's been about 6 months since my last posting. Unfortunatly it was necessary to be with someone I loved through a long and difficult illness. This became a surreal time for me. To be effective, to do the job, everyday and everyday I had to shut off parts of my soul, selectivly. The situation played out to its completion, I now find myself with the task of jumpping back into life; new eyes, new perspectives. Not a unique situation for someone whose been through the type of thing I have for the past months, but unknown to this extent for me.A manifestation of this for me has been my loss of caring about anything. Nothing seems to matter anymore. This frightens me as passion has always been a welcome friend, always at my back, filing my heart.The desire to live well (by my definition), eat well, taste the spices of life has been a part of who I was, who I was happy with.Where was my soul? I had to find it!In an attempt to kickstart my heart I tuned to Chowhounds to touch some famliar sensbilities. When I left my life for this unnamable odessy I had made some conections with a few of you Hounds who'd enjoyed my postings and me yours.As thunder struck, I was planning to post a few words about a classic pizza place, not a restaurant that serves, specializes in pizza, a la Patsy's, John's or Tammasso's (in the days of Jerry of the limited sauce), a pizza place, a neighborhood joint, a slice palace.Cursing the boards, looking for friends and what had been happening while I was on the other side of Hades I saw a number of posts about a joint, my joint, Doms. Di Fara!What I read was right on. Great pie, fresh ingredients; smokey, thin chared crust but none spoke of what made Di Fara, Di Fara. Not only is it not Patsey Grimaldi's, it's not Di Fara, it's; Dom's place. It's Dom's kitchen table. That's what separates it from being a great classic NY slice, as Strombloi's, to the first place I had to go after my arrival at JFK. The Bluebird Diner could easily