Maryland’s pizza scene doesn’t just feed you, it pulls you in the way a wood-fired oven pulls in a cold night.
Wander a few blocks past where the crowds usually stop, and suddenly the air is thick with the scent of blistered crust and cheese stretching like it’s showing off.
One neighborhood hands you a tangy, sauce-slicked slice; the next offers a corner bar where the pies come out crackling and conversations start before you even sit down…