After 16 oysters at Shaffer City (see below) I was still feeling peckish and went to DeMarco's for the umpteenth time. Keeps getting better and better. Two squares with great sweet homemade sauce and a perfectly cooked round slice con salsicce. Get this. Mario Batali was there sitting at a small table they set up for him outside since it was a balmy 65 degrees. I told the pizza maker to make sure that he took special care of Mario as a good review from him would indeed be high praise. In inimitable DiFara fashion he replied "who the hell is Mario?" I told him one of the top chef/restauranteurs in the city and named Esca, Babbo, Otto, Lupa and my most recent favorite, Casa Mono. Still unimpressed, he said "I'm too busy to worry about that. I got pizzas to make". A classic chowhound moment.