Keste Pizzeria in the West Village. This is no dollar-a-slice, late-night, what people claim to be “New York,” pizza (which is really just a slice of cardboard with some cheap marinara sauce and some processed cheese dumped on top, yet has somehow become iconic). This is straight-from-the-heart-of-Napoli pizza. If New York pizza is Gilbert Gottfried, then Keste’s pizza is Jimmy Fallon. If New York pizza is an Atari, Keste’s pizza is an XBox 360. If New York pizza is a Zack Morris phone, Keste’s pizza is an iPhone. You get the point. Rumor has it they get their fresh mozz delivered Thursday mornings, so get there early to get your slice of a definitively non-New York pizza.