I just had two reheated slices of Mineo's pizza.(see pizza thread in this section)
Their overnight stay, nestled in their original box in my fridge, has allowed some water to evaporate from the sauce and crust, further condensing and concentraing the flavor molecules.
The crust, crunchy on the outside, warm, light, soft and fluffy on the inside, could stand alone as a very good italian artisan bread.
The sauce is at the perfect axis of sweetness/tangyness, the copious mozzerella is smooth and buttery, and the pepperoni has a hint of anise at the finish.(I also have sweet vidalia onion on it. It caramelized brilliantly.)
I finished the last sublime crumb, licked my fingers, the paper plate, and a spot on the side of my toaster oven which the pizza scraped against on the way in.
I am slightly sleepy-feeling with contentment, and there are pulsing waves of crackly goodness coursing intermittently through my body, from legs up through scalp, like excited champagne bubbles rushing upwards through my veins.
I feel a warm sense of kindness and goodwill towards my fellow humans, and may lie down a bit to bask in the glow of pizza-ecstasy.
(It really is some damned good pie)