Sara Hohn – Food… Brooklyn & Beyond

Sure we like singer/songwriter Mike Doughty for his unique voice and artful wordplay. But what we really admire is his dedication to DiFara’s pizza, and his ability to maintain composure while surrounded by shifty “pie poachers.” As we know well, things can get a tad, shall we say…challenging, during peak times at the beloved DiFara’s. Mike’s is a tale of pizza amore that any DiFara’s devotee can relate to.

There’s a tense vibe in the place, what with the crowd, and everybody trying to get the attention of this old man to place an order. Everyone that’s actually eating their pizza enjoys a serene camaraderie based on collective pleasure, but the atmosphere around the counter is pure angst.

There’s five of us coming. I order two round pies, two squares. (believe me, we can finish that easy, and take a slice or two–and that’s it–home for girlfriends) I’m delirious with joy that I’ve ordered seven minutes after entering the store. It usually takes an hour! And right after that, the store is packed, as usual, three deep against the counter.

Still: I wait. Dom’s got a few pies coming out, but they’re slice pies, he’s cutting them up and distributing them among the people waiting. Quelling a riot? Perhaps not. There are never enough slices, and half the throng ends up grumbling.

Read all of Karmic Pizza Jackpot on Mike’s Super Special Questions site.

Also, don’t miss DiFara’s coverage on Slice.

Image grazie to e-liz.

Originally published on Until Monday: Brooklyn