Joe’s and sobriety. Sobriety and Joe’s. No matter which way I write it, it just doesn’t work together. But you know what does work? A steaming, delicious slice of real New York pizza after a day of killing your nerve endings with cerveza. And you’ll need it, as Joe’s pizza has the unnerving practice of cheese sliding that leaves you with a blistered chin and sense of embarrassment that is rivaled only by the fact that you’re almost 30 and these stupid NYU students are laughing at your drunk, scalded ass. [MF]
7 Carmine St.