After successfully avoiding it during 18 years of marriage, I was finally goaded into meeting my wife's family in Connecticut. The occasion was the wedding of her niece, which was held at the Hawthorne Inn up near Berlin. We left there, half-bagged and hungry, and decided to drive down to New Haven for pizza at the recommendation of my wife's friend. We stood for an hour outside Pepe's in the driving rain wearing our best clothes, waiting our turn for pie. As much as I loathe standing in line for anything, I'll say right here that I would have gladly waited another hour for this pizza. We ordered a large white pie w/cheese, fresh clams and bacon and a large tomato pie w/cheese, mushrooms, salami and sausage. We asked for both well-done. They were huge--taking up nearly the entire table. The tomato pie was excellent, the crust crispy and chewy simultaneously with just the right amount of sauce and cheese, the meats garlicky and tasty. But the white pie--Oh My God! It had a wine-like savoriness that set off the smoky/salty bacon and sweet clams perfectly on that crispy crust. Pure genius. Possibly one of the finest creations I've ever had the privilege to eat. We live in DC, which is not known for pizza (understatement of the century). You lucky, lucky bastards!