Again, exactly the same incredible pizza as the other John’s, but with that UWS feel. As is the case with everything else near the UWS, this place has that meat markety feel that borders on creepy. The bar is packed with singles and singles on dates answering mobile phone calls and trying to guess if this or that purse is a real Kate Spade. Despite the yuppie contingent, the place is pleasant enough, with lots of wood and low level lighting. But honestly, who cares about atmosphere when you’re busy burying your face in mozzarella and sliced pig parts? [MF]
48 W 65th St.