I write this to you from the tropical confines of a 102.0 degree fever. If at any point the contents of the following posts begin to take on a tone of incomprehensibility, it is because I have slipped into the scalding claws of delirium. Caveat Emptor.
Countless of these magical dessert pizzas were devoured at our end of the year SVA party, which was held at TJ's Restaurant in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn. Hungry, tipsy art students crawled on all fours to the bar, like a deranged pack of rabid hyenas, and tore at the spread before them with fangs and claws bared. Atop this sultry pie sits a delectable orgy of mascarpone cheese, nutella, pears, bananas and powdered sugar. And yes, it tasted every bit as good as it sounds. Here's the link to the joint. It's very small with a nice back patio and owned by a charming, friendly Italian man.