One bite of this Sicilian-style pizza and there’s no doubt that it has come from a bakery, not just another pie shop. And if, for some reason, the crust doesn’t convince you (because, what, you’ve had your tongue removed?), the fact that you have to wind your way past rows of cannoli and sfogliatelle to get to the case where they keep the savory, square slices ought to do it. With a soft and crunchy crust just thick enough to take center stage without hogging the spotlight, Cacia’s could get away with using lesser toppings than they do and we still wouldn’t hold it against them. That they don’t is the reason that, after eating more pizza than anyone ever should, we continue to crave this stuff.