Buffalo’s Bifocal Pizza Vision: One Eye on Naples, One on Detroit
Jay’s Artisan Pizza in Kenmore, just outside Buffalo, is a pizzeria with a split soul - and that’s a compliment. One half of its identity is rooted in the blistered, leopard-spotted Neapolitan tradition; the other in the caramelized, cheese-crowned corners of Detroit-style squares.
Jay Langfelder founded Jay’s in 2017 after years of slinging wood-fired pies from a food truck called O.G. Wood Fire. Both pizza styles are executed with serious intent, and under the stewardship of new owner and pizzaiolo Joe Powers, Jay’s landed as the fourth best pizza in America, according to the Italian website 50 Top Pizza. That site said:
The casual and welcoming restaurant offers two distinct styles: the 12" Neapolitan, served whole on trays, and the Detroit-style, thick and crispy, ideal for take-away. The dough is well-hydrated, long-leavened, and highly digestible, with consistently precise cooking. Excellent options include the 'Nduja, intense yet balanced, and the Speck & Parmigiano, with a refined taste. There is a great attention to ingredients, with DOP cheeses and local vegetables. The Detroit-style also impresses with its structure and crispiness, with versions like the Hot Cherry Pepper or the more original Viva Mexico.
Our group of four visited on a lovely late summer day in September, and of course we had to try both styles of pizza. We ordered two of the 12" Neapolitan pies and one of the much more thick and dense Detroit style.
We started by sharing a generously-portioned Castelfranco Radicchio salad, which was exceedingly fresh, albeit with a too-mild dressing. A "needs more seasoning theme" was starting.
Let’s assess the four-slice Detroit-style pizza ($17), which was nothing short of spectacular. The crust was a masterclass in contrast: airy and light inside, yet crunchy and fried on the bottom, with that signature frico edge that crackles like a potato chip.
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| Underside of a Detroit slice |
The red sauce - ladled post-bake in thick, confident stripes -was bright, fresh, and tomato-forward, with a whisper of sweetness and a clean finish. The garlic and cup-and-char pepperoni added yet another layer of umami.
This is the kind of pizza that makes you forget you’re in Buffalo and start Googling flights to Motor City. I didn't find any flaws, and it stands with the best Detroit pies I've had anywhere.
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| The Margherita |
The Neapolitan pies are clearly made with care. The crust had that ideal puffy cornicione, charred just enough, with a soft, elastic chew. But the Margherita ($17) was a letdown. The sauce was underseasoned and timid, lacking the punch you expect from San Marzano tomatoes. The mozzarella, too, was bland and forgettable, more texture than taste.
It’s a shame, because the dough deserved better. Still a very nice pie, but it left you wanting to add flavorings on top - pepper flakes, salt, grated cheese, chili oil, hot honey. A perfectly made pizza would deliver all the taste with no need for tinkering at the table.
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| The Pesto Pie |
The Neapolitan pesto pie ($19) fared better. Roasted tomatoes added a welcome depth and sweetness, and the pesto had a nice herbal lift. Still, everything could’ve used a hit of salt - a recurring theme across both styles.
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| Impeccable Neapolitan crust |
We enjoyed the space; Jay’s has a casual, open-kitchen vibe that invites you to linger. You can watch the pizzaiolos work the dough and feed the Pavesi oven while sipping a $10 glass of Sangiovese—a fair pour, though not particularly memorable. The space feels more Naples than Buffalo, and that’s clearly the point.
Jay’s is a tale of two pizzas. The Detroit-style is destination-worthy, a benchmark for the genre. The Neapolitan pies show promise, especially in crust and technique, but need bolder seasoning to match the dough’s potential. Still, in a city dominated by its own regional style, Jay’s is a refreshing - and at times thrilling - departure.
Final verdict? Come for the Detroit, stay for the crust, and bring your own salt shaker.

































