So on a sunny Sunday morning we met at Columbus Circle, splitting up into groups for the drive to our first stop, the legendary bar pizza at Star Tavern in Orange, New Jersey.
Star Tavern is essentially a sports bar, and despite it being empty at such an earlier hour, it was hard not to feel like we weren't somehow invading a neighborhood hangout. This was exacerbated once it became clear that our waitress was completely confused by us, and our pleas for recommendations and an opinion on local favorites were met with the rote, disappointing "I dunno, it's all good." (But with a much thicker NJ accent.)
Thanks for the help lady. We'll just get a large cheese pie... for now.
All pictures are Jeff's. Used with his gracious permission.
Exquisite. This is about as elemental a pizza craving as it gets for me. While the crust wasn't as crisp as I'd imagined, it still held up to the heavy coating of cheese. Of course I ate it too fast, searing the roof of my mouth, leaving me with a pizza brand and a dangling piece of charred gum that would last the rest of the day. Occupational hazard.
