Pizza is the United Nations of food, the one dining option that a group of hungry riders can readily agree upon. Burger joints are for carnivores; salad bars are for rabbits. But pizza, ubiquitous pizza, can be customized for nearly everyone.
Chew on this for a second—on any given day, 13 percent of the U.S. population is having a slice of pie. That’s over 41 million people eating pizza daily in restaurants, pubs, at home, and for those with titanium-lined stomachs, at gas stations. Pizza has clearly conquered the New World, but its spiritual home is still in the Northeast where Italian immigrants at the turn of the 20th century brought their traditions and recipes. My father-in-law, a first generation Italian-American, has mastered the family recipe; who else continues their pizza lineage? During an October sabbatical, a 2015 Indian Scout brings me to the old Italian neighborhood of East Boston to find out.