This
pizzeria deserves its own post. Why, you ask? CAUSE IT TOOK SO FREAKING LONG TO GET TO THIS PLACE AND GET OUR PIZZA!!! hahaha. This place is deep in Brooklyn and it's flippin' far. I don't think I'll ever step foot in that pizzeria again. This place is legendary and the pizza is delicious, but not only is it a hassle to get down there, once you step in, it's chaos. There's no line. You just have to creep up to the counter and be aggressive. Luckily we went to Di Fara's on the coldest day of the year (so far). I wanna say it was 19 degrees. It wasn't crowded, but still, a PAIN!

Isn't he cute? He makes all the pizzas and has been for the last 200 years. He's the owner and he's always smiling. He really looks like he enjoys making pies.

She looks happy and cute here, but
Jennifer was growling with hunger just like me!

FINALLY, we get our pizza. It was good.

The pizza station. When the pie comes out, the owner drizzles some olive oil, sprinkles some parmesan, and cuts the basil with his scissors. Then you can eat.

See, he's so smiley!!! I hope I'm smiley all the time at that age, even if it makes me look mccreepy. hahha.
Here are the lovebirds about to devour the pizza. Thanks for taking us into the heart of Brooklyn, Lars! My stomach thanks you!