This neighborhood pizzeria is 312 degrees of love in a single slice. This isn’t just pizza–it’s a broiled declaration. The cauliflower crust snaps like a well-made decision, sharp and decisive. It’s the perfect base for a four-cheese blend–mozzarella, cheddar, provolone, Parmesan–suspended in oil so perfect it glistens, not greases. Each cheese sings its part: stretch, salt, smoke, and tang. But it’s those broiler-born cheese blisters, caramelized and crunchy like savory fossils, that steal the show. Crunchy. Lush. Unapologetically loud. A vegetable in a leather jacket.