Little Country Pizza - Exeter, RI - Review

Little Country Pizza sits at a crossroads where you're either hopelessly lost or you made the drive on purpose. The dough tells you immediately which group you want to belong to.

Each pie emerges with a golden-brown, leopard-spotted crust that announces itself with a crackle before surrendering to an interior structure that makes you realize why people plan entire trips around pizzerias.

Pepperoni curls into cups that catch the dim light while regulars, who've long since stopped needing menus, nurse cold drafts at the bar beneath silently flickering TVs. They're demolishing Italian Stallions - the brilliant bastard child of a pepperoni pizza and a grinder that's somehow better than either parent.

The sauce stands bright and tangy against rich cheese, and the crust holds its character from first bite to last. Somewhere in the kitchen, someone's treating dough with the kind of reverence that makes you question every assumption about where great food lives. You're eating something that took years to get right. And they definitely got it right.