My 15-year-old son (into food) and I FINALLY got to Di Fara's on Saturday. There has been a welter of eloquent postings on the subject here so I will say only that 1. I am depressed that I've lived in Brooklyn for 15 YEARS without knowing about Di Fara's and 2. We were tragically in a bit of a hurry so we only asked for a slice each (one with artichokes and one with eggplant). Of course I was too dumb to realize that these would take as long as it took to make the artichokes and eggplant, so actually that was quite long. But meanwhile we got to watch Dominic make everything and be nice to all the neighborhood kids, grownups, policemen (two!they looked as though they'd both been coming since they were born) who came in while we were there. When my son saw him pick up one of those big yellow slabs and grate it on top of the pizza he was making he said, "What's that?" and gasped with amazement when I said, "Mozzarella." "Wow!" he said reverently. "At Family Pizza [our local] they only use Polly-O." (He was also thrilled to find IBC root beer in the fridge.) We saw two Asian girls share a bowl of spaghetti with sauce that just looked to die for. We drove home eating and moaning with pleasure. The crust is so thin!!! so crisp yet bendable!! I LOVED the artichokes though actually my son didn't like the bitterness but raved about his eggplant. We're going back every chance we get, just like it says on Jim's review stuck on the side of the pizza oven.