I’d call it vastly overrated, but my incredibly subjective taste in pizza seems to not line up with others at all. Although, calling the $15 I spent on two slices a crime is about as objective a determination as food gets.
Sausage and Pesto: no different than any other sausage pizza I’ve had in NYC.
Fig, Jam, and Bacon: I like jam on things you wouldn’t usually expect to have jam (like jam on a meat sandwich). This was good, but in need of more jam (of course).