Matt, I made it back to Lucia this afternoon. There was a pallet delivery on the sidewalk as I came up from the subway. I ran across traffic and started taking pictures, hoping for a case of tomatoes, but all I saw was cheese and flour.
I’m so stumped by this slice. I would never put that much cheese on a pie, and when making my own I tend to lean toward salty and savory flavors—but this is extra cheesy, juicy, and mysteriously sweet. It was a knockout. The sweetness made me think of apple cider vinegar, cherry Coke, and orange juice. I have no idea.
I went back in and told the oldest guy there I needed to ask him a question. I said “I’ve been talking to somebody about this pizza for two years and we can’t figure out what makes it so good. I know you’re not going to tell me any secrets, but... It’s something about the sauce, right?”
He stared at me for a few seconds, straight in the eye. “What is your question?” he asked.
“What makes this pizza so special, it’s in the sauce right?”
He said “I don’t know,” something-something, “my boss...” something-something.
I wouldn’t tell me anything, either.