text: Oh, Phoenix, when will you deliver me to my pizza nirvana?  Not today, it seems.\n\n\nAfter moving here from the tri-state area (CT, NY, NJ) in June, I've been relentlessly pursuing pizza hoping that something, ANYTHING, would hint at that sweet, sweet taste of home.\n\nIn the tri-state, hole-in-the-wall pizza joints can be found more frequently than gas stations (as in, more than one on every corner), and knock the socks off of what you Phoenicians like to call \"pizza.\"  \n\nI digress;  I tried Yo Pauly's because I saw garlic knots on the menu.  Surely, any pizzeria that has the staple food of Long Island on its menu must know how to make a good pie.  Wrong.  Yo Pauly's is merely a shell of a NJ pizza joint;  all (stereotypical) show, without substance.  The dough was bland;  sauce, tasteless; and cheese... well, it's cheese... but still wasnt all that great.\n\nYou see, pizza joints in the tri-state are heralded as the go-to quick spot for cheap, quality meals (all pizza places should be judged as such).  Yo Pauly's isnt quality and it isnt cheap ($8+ for two slices and a soda).  I guess you could go here if you want quick... \n\n\n\n\nTo \"Pauly:\"  Take a trip to Long Island (I know you have the $$$, based off your prices) and go into the first pizza joint you see.  Order a cheese slice, grandma slice, and some knots.  Come back home, ditch the stereotypes, and do your best to come close.