TIL: Detroit-style pizza comes in squares. The dough is deep, but not so deep to be a bowl, just deep enough that it's more like bread and holds its shape, unlike its floppy, foldable antithesis from New York. The bottom is crispy, the edges as well. The dough is just perfectly bready and fluffy without being too yeasty or sour, and it's the perfect conduit for the sweet acidity of the tomato sauce, which is spread in an even layer. It's surprisingly easy to eat despite being very filling, and new-to-me style of pizza has me shook.
Combinations like the Death Breath are perfectly balanced, with pepperoni that makes me forget I don't like pepperoni, a sprinkling of sausage with a little sass, and just enough cheese to assert itself but not enough to blanket the other toppings. Add that with the roast garlic that's gone soft and gooey, and you'll be breathing alone (happily) for quite a long time.
Similar is the Cowabunga; pepperoni and cheese but there's ribbons of pistachio pesto and sweet pineapple wedgelets to keep it light.
Mar-Ghoul-Rita is a Halloween gimmick, and I love the taste but hate the shtick. The tomato sauce is beautifully sweet and tangy, but I don't know why anyone would want to eat something that dyes their mouth black. Those ghost-shaped bits of cheese are cute, but I want more than a couple dots of mozzarella.
My favorite toppings are on the Hot Jimmy, and it seems they excel in all shapes are this traditional round pizza has a beautiful, chewy, not-too-thin crust to hold a whole lot of cheese with sausage and garlic. It's the drizzle of hot honey that does it for me.
I think I got to experience Little Dynamite in the best way possible; fantastic pizzas without the nightmare parking that is the streets of Venice. The new-to-me style of Detroit is surprisingly scrumptious, and I will always be up for having it again...and again.







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