Pizzeria Bianco and I go back nearly 20 years. In 1996 I was a couple of years out of college, kicking around the country with a musician friend. We ended up in Phoenix for six weeks. My serious interest in food was budding but I was also broke. At a local bookstore, I flipped through one of the oblong Zagat guides detailing America’s top restaurants.
For Arizona, the survey’s write-in quotes rhapsodized about the wonders of a two-year-old pizza restaurant run by a Bronx transplant.
Source: http://www.eater.com/
