The closest thing to Italian pizza I have had since Italy. Tomato, basil, garlic and mozzarella from Pepe’s pizzeria in Yonkers.

I have been a tad spoiled since I have gotten back from Italy.  I refuse to eat anything that is not authentically Italian.  Pizza is one of those things that I simply fell in love with and it gave me immense pleasure by just eating every last bite.  

Authentic Italian pizza is difficult to describe.  I can give you two words though: Mouth Watering.  I was in the zone while eating my favorite pizza in Florence at a place called Re Matto. I had a buffalo mozzarella pizza with tomatoes and basil and a drizzle of fresh extra virgin olive oil.  

There was something about the actual crust and the combination of flavors that turned my mouth into a party of tantalizing textures, tastes and gooey cheese.  I was sent to cloud nine immediately after bite number one. 

So can you imagine coming back to America and trying pizza again? No! It is truly frustrating because I ADORE pizza.  It is definitely one of those go-to easy meals and NYC is famous for it’s large slices.  

My mom and I frequently drive past this place on Central Park Avenue in Yonkers called Pepe’s.  At first I was hesitant since the restaurant itself was pretty much empty.  That usually tells you a lot about either the food or that business is slow.  

This particular pie pictured here was incredibly appealing.  Fresh mozzarella, basil, minced garlic and fresh tomatoes (no tomato sauce).  At first bite I was transported to Italy once again. But after bite number two I realized there was something lacking.  The actual flavor of the crust. There was none.  It was practically flavorless. I would like to take a bite into the actual bread and it taste phenomenal on its own.  

Sure this pizza was good but not great…and my stomach was not happy later on that evening. 

Well…

That’s all for now my lovely readers!

Peace, love and NO beef!

GK