"Jeez, there must be dozens of pizzerias in the five boroughs named Tony’s. This one distinctively occupies a rather grand corner double storefront with plenty of windows, through which the snow looks rather dramatic as it falls softly on Crown Heights. The stacked ovens turn out all the usual pies, and there’s also a sideline in jerk chicken, a neighborhood favorite. Torn into pieces, that bird goes on a slice, with some barbecue sauce striped on for extra sweetness. Hey, it’s good!" - Robert Sietsema
