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Sometimes I feel like I’m being a bad New Yorker. I can’t recall the last time I had real, New York pizza. Well I couldn’t. But now I can. Because that was last night. At Fornino. In Williamsburg. And it was worth the wait. Along with a pitcher of red sangria (it’s healthy because there’s fruit in it!) we ordered the Lombardi pizza, which was covered in arugula, parmesan, mozzarella (a very creamy, very delicious mozzarella) and salty, tender, slightly crisped prosciutto. The crust was crisp where it needed to be with just a bit of chewiness in the puffy end of the crust. Not over filling or doughy, we had no problem finishing off the entire pie.
Doesn’t it kind of resemble a salad? So it should be fine to regularly devour many, many slices, right? As long as it’s accompanied with fruit-packed sangria, of course.
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