I know I’m going out on a limb here, but I need to get something off my chest: I don’t like Sal’s Pizza in Mamaroneck.
There. I’ve said it.
I’d been a couple times before, and always wondered what the big deal was. People rave. It wins “Best Pizza of Westchester” in all kinds of surveys. Heck, even the Zagat Survey says: “there’s none better.”
So I went again last week.
I ordered the signature slice:
I waited while they heated it up, staring at the boxes piled high awaiting takeout orders.
I took my slice to the “dining room.”
Here’s the “dining room.”
I blotted Ã¢â‚¬â€ sopping up any of the extra oil on top of the pizza. It was a two napkin job.
The best part about the pizza is how thin the crust is. I’ll definitely give it that. It’s thin. And you can never been too thin.
But when I ate it, the cheese slid off the crust in a big slimey mess. The tomato sauce (too sweet), was blotchy underneath.
I was left with a cheeseless slice: sweet, cloying tomato sauce on a very thin crust. I’m not saying I could make it better. I’m just saying that the joy of pizza is in enjoying it as a package: the crunch of the crust, the bright sauce, the intermingling of cheese and, if you choose, toppings.
This slice was not that. Tell me I’m wrong. What do you see in Sal’s?