When I was stationed at Pope (this was in '92), there was a small pizzeria that opened up in the Wal-Mart plaza in Spring Lake. It was called Brooklyn Pizzeria, and it offered some of the finest pizza I've had anywhere, ever. And they delivered on-base. Heaven.
I never went to Elizabeth's, but I know that Brooklyn is still there, and I'm somewhat amazed that they were able to make it in the South, in spite of Fayetteville's decidedly "cosmopolitan" flavor. I took my wife (then fiancee) there, which was her first encounter with the miracle that is NY pizza, and she besmirched the honor of my passion by trying to drain the grease off her first slice by holding it upright and letting it drip. Oh, the humanity!
I calmly explained that if this little shindig of ours (read: relationship) was going to work out, she must never, under any circumstances, EVER do that again. Having been raised in a household in which the use of garlic was defined by rubbing half a clove on a cooking surface and then throwing it away, she was not ready for such a...bold
culinary experience. Luckily for her taste buds, I was able to steer her in the right direction.
Now she's as much of a NY pizza junkie as I am, and considers a light layer of translucent orange grease a necessity.