Of all the neighborhood pizza parlors that claim to serve the greatest pizza in Los Angeles, one of them has to be telling the truth. I'm pretty sure that place is Casa Bianca Pizza Pie. I realized I was on the right track when my friend Bob (ed: Not me!), who is usually fond of exchanging restaurant gossip, turned suddenly ugly.It's that good. We were lucky to walk right in on a rainy Thursday night. We had their classic pizza of sausage, mushrooms, and green peppers, along with the antipasto salad. I've never had anything else there. I guess I don't want to mess with a good thing.
"You realize if you write about Casa Bianca," he said, "I'm going to have to kill you. Slowly. After I break both of your legs. It's hard enough to get in on a Saturday night as it is."
The fellas loved the food - "This is the best salad I've ever had!" - but loved the atmosphere and decor even more. I won't try to describe it - just go - but one of the guys got it exactly right: "So this is what Buca di Beppo is trying to be like".