On Miami Beach’s west-end “Sunset Harbor”, a small neighborhood has grown up where islanders can escape the madding, wretched refuse of the eastern shore. New condominiums have welcomed young families who stay within walking distance for their groceries, shopping, and restaurants.

But Lucali, a Brooklyn-born pizza house with Neapolitan flavor attracts patrons from all over the metropolis for the perfectly singed, croccante crusts and what appears to be entire forests of basil lovingly uprooted and tossed about the pie for your personal enjoyment.

True to its roots, Lucali is D.U.M.B.O. hip: they didn’t even bother to put in floors over the concrete substructure; their chairs were probably bought from your Aunt Ginny’s yard sale last summer; their website is almost aggressively uninterested in your traffic; when they first opened, the menu was ten lines long: you got a pizza, one size, and if you were particularly picky, a couple toppings.

It’s one of the best pies in Miami, though.  Don’t forget to ask for olive oil to finish off your crust.