The name of this pizzeria — Perfetto’s — sounds like it’s trying to put a cute spin of the word«perfect» on top of an otherwise Italian sounding name… Maybe it’s a family name, maybe it isn’t, but if it isn’t then I hate that. Also, Perfetto’s seemed to pop up overnight and replaced an average-at-best pizzeria/sandwich shop at the same location. It was easy for me to think that Perfetto’s would be doomed to the same fate. It’s a good thing I didn’t judge a book by its cover, because grabbing a slice at Perfetto’s was one of the better decisions I made this week. Their pizza is cheesy and cooked well done enough to give the pepperoni a nice, gentle charring, but not too much to make the dough stiff or chalky. In fact, the dough is the best part: it’s thick, chewy, floppy and browned on the bottom like a giant, savory pancake. Pancakes have been known by us humans for centuries to be the best vehicle to move syrup, butter and blueberries into our mouths… Did Perfetto’s just crack the Da Vinci Code and figure out that pancakes can also be the perfect vehicle for cheese, pepperoni and sauce??? (The Da Vinci Code was never about a romantic relationship involving Jesus, it was about pizza. Any kid that has ever watched the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles could have told you that. COWABUNGADUDE!)