Talking Sweet About Nothing

The acronym found on the backs of the shirts of employees at Pasta Mista says it all: V.I.P., Very Italian Pizza. They have a counter displaying over a dozen specialty pizzas for sale by the slice and some of these look mind-blowingly delicious. They didn't have a Margherita on the menu, but I could see they offered all of the toppings and they were happy to make one up for me. I ordered a 14", but I swear to god it was at least 16" across. Holy schnikees, it was great pizza. The crust was perfectly thin, sturdy, and delicious. It had a perfect amount of sauce and delicious, fresh mozzarella. I overhead somebody comment about the "grease" on top...that's olive oil bitch! A true Neapolitan pizza has a swirl of olive oil on the top. And in my experience, only the take outs seem to have a problem with grease, and that's usually because they're using too much sub-par cheese.

p.s. They also have a full Italian menu (including gnocchi!) Katie got an excellent tortellini. Not too shabby!