I love pizza and so do you, and so does everybody, except maybe the lactose intolerant. For them, there's soy cheese, which is something one passively accepts, not loves, because the alternative is either a sad and pathetic life of gustatory abstinence, or cramps and diarrhea.
So when someone reputable (in this case, Gourmet Magazine) claims that a certain pizza is perhaps the best in the country - if not the world - I, the pizza lover, take notice. It's a pretty dicey claim since every man stands alone in his own personal pizza love. Not that there aren't like-minded groups with whom you might want to share your love: I Heart Deep Dish; I'm in a New York Pizza State of Mind; etc, etc.....But does the universally - and unanimously - best pizza really exist?
Pizzeria Bianco - Gourmet's theoretical number one - is in Phoenix. Not exactly a pizza town. But people stand in line for three, four, even five hours, risking John McCain's melanoma in the Arizona sun, for a piece of the pie.
This is high-minded pizza. The sausage is made in-house. The crust is so bubbled and blistered, it could be a topographical map of the Sierra Nevadas. And the toppings are artisanal and organic. Culinary hoity-toitiness aside, it's still pizza.
So I'm putting on my most comfortable, standing-in-line-for-an-absurd-amount-of-time shoes and hitting the road. I will time the journey and take copious notes. And regarding its 'best' status....well, you'll be the first to know.