I wanna a real Brooklyn Pizza

Last night, myself and Leanne attended a friend's murder mystery party. Set in 1990's NY, an Italian named Pepi Roni was shot in the back - with his own gun and in his own restaurant. It turned out the deadly deed was carried out by myself aka a French vineyard boy, Bo Jalais. 
So, to keep to the New Yorker-Italian theme we decided to bake a real bad-ass Brooklyn pizza cake straight out of La Sperenzas kitchen...

Enjoyed