The Notorious P.I.G. is going to make you an offer you can't refuse. A mob of pork sausage, bacon, jalapeños, mozzarella, barbecue sauce, and onions congregate upon a sprawling estate of wide, crispy, buttery, thin crust—a lethally ambrosial S-L-I-C-E that has single-handedly rearranged the spelling of S-I-C-I-L-Y.
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's nomertà. This slab has a thuggish swagger that rats on its privileged provenance as soon as you try it—locally sourced hog, a ceremonial mass and mess of creamy mozzarella, and a fresh, crunchy combination of sauce, peppers, and onions that leave you wondering, "Ain't that a kick in the head?"
You've got to know when to fold 'em. With a handily deft maneuver, swipe it off the plate; shape your thumb and pointer as if pulling a trigger, and let the piece flop in the cradle of the "V" you've formed. Nestled there comfortably, chomp in a borgata of bliss.
Shawcross Pizza Joint lives on the hipster drag Brunswick, pumping out 22-inch 'Noo Yawk' pies in 15 flavors, plus daily specials (gluten-free available, of course). It's an imprint of Melbourne's rise to cosmopolitan prescience and gastronomical prominence—everything good to eat from elsewhere in the world can be found in the cultural center of Down Under. Importing sparkling ideas to localize with Aussie consciousness is a big part of why Melbourne is one of the greatest cities on earth.
So, leave the calorie book. Take the pizza.