We gave it a B+
“On August 11, 2009, I set out to eat a plain slice from every pizzeria in Manhattan,” Hagendorf writes, and this is nominally the story of his two-year, 435-venue trek through Manhattan in search of the perfect pie. But it’s also about how that search helped him stop drinking and start figuring out his life. At the beginning of his mozzarella-slicked odyssey, Hagendorf was a harddrinking punk rocker who eked out a living delivering burritos and writing zines. Before long the eating excursions replaced the hours he had been spending in bars, and his pizza-reviewing blog took off. Hagendorf did stop drinking—and he also managed to find the holy grail of pizza in New York City at a hole-in-the-wall near Penn Station.