Di Fara

This place is wicked far. Deep, deep into the bowels of Brooklyn lies an old old man who has either never figured out that the inside of an oven is extremely hot or has burned his fingers so many times in said oven that he can no longer feel.

Either way, he still makes a pretty good pizza at least half of the time. We ordered two pies, one half cheese / half pepperoni and the other a square crust half cheese / half artichokes and mushrooms.

Di Fara's is a tad bit chaotic. There's really no rhyme or reason to anything. You order your pizza and then hang out and hope to get it. Sometimes your pizza gets made before the people who were before you and sometimes not until everyone else in the place, no matter when they arrived, gets theirs. The half cheese half pepperoni came first and was really good. After the pizza has cooked, the proprietor douses the pizza with Parmesan cheese, fresh basil, and olive oil and then wields the pizza slicer with the type of skill and precision that one would expect to see from an amateur axe murderer (I was convinced he was going to lose a finger).

The half cheese half pepperoni was really good. The second pizza, square crust, artichoke and mushroom was burnt on the edges and not nearly as good or really not nearly good at all.

1424 Ave. J
Brooklyn, NY 11230