You may not know this about me, but I like pizza. (Yes, really)
Probably a close tie between a pie with spicy sopressotta (Zero Otto Nove on Arthur Ave) pvs a pie with hot cherry peppers and bacon.
Tonight it’s the latter from Mountainhouse in Sparkill.
Having grown scotch bonnets, hanañeros and ghost peppers, I’m no stranger to heat.
But somehow on this pie, the heat off these peppers is somewhat humbling.
In the most awesome way.