I’ve been in Los Angeles for 40 years. In all that time, I’ve never found a pizza that felt like home.
Home is Mamaroneck, New York. And home is Sal’s Pizza.
Sal’s had been there for four years before I arrived in 1968. Lines out the door to this day. Perfect ratio of cheese to sauce on a crust that has no business being that good. Every time I go back, I’m convinced I’ll be disappointed because my expectations are too high and my memories too good.
But that first bite — wow — just as good or better than I remembered.
A few months ago, my stepson told us about a place in Montecito Heights called Secret Pizza. The owner, Sean Lango, is from Verona, New Jersey. In 2020 he started making NJ-style pizza out of his apartment. The address wasn’t public — you had to know somebody who knew somebody. No storefront. No marketing. Just word of mouth and a waitlist.
