Yes, this is a parents-safe post, I promise.  I am proud to report that I am no longer ashamed.  I can walk with my head held high.  I am no longer a Di Fara virgin. I sampled one plain round slice, one artichoke round slice, and a square slice w/sausage and olive (thanks so much the fellow food folks we ran into for swapping and sharing), then settled in for a plain square pie.  We nibbled at a few of the most amazing slices I have ever had, then returned back to Manhattan to spread the gospel at the 8th St. Winecellar and to one of my doormen (sorry, Roopa).  Still some leftovers to be had, but oh man, can't wait to go again.

I'm full and this is still making me drool.