As a full-blooded New Yorker (born in NYC, lived in Brooklyn, eaten just about everywhere), the experience of watching that ridiculously cheesy Pie gripping the round metal tray as it comes toward your table is like stumbling onto an oasis in the Sahara. The "experts" and the "guess what, I've been here ten minutes so now I am a New Yorker" seem to favor pizzas with the same charcoal taste as your Great Uncle's fireplace or the insulting decorative pie with small slices of Mozzarella, a dab of sauce and spices that more closely resembles a focaccia bread than a pizza. V & T is comfort food, it envelops your senses and makes you happy. If you want nuance and subtlety in your pizza then make it yourself or wait in line with other self-important palates. If I wanted soot with my pizza, I would have been a chimney sweeper.