The year was 1995. I was living on 85th Street between York and East End. A quiet block. A very quiet block. But one with a very special secret on its corner. A...
I'm not sure who the complete sadist was who came up with the idea for this place. Actually, I know precisely who it is who came up with this mini-chain of pizz...
If this is paradise, what the fuck does real life look like? The neon 'dining room' sign over the back room is both ironic and like a buzzing red sign leading t...
They use the term "restaurant" loosely here. I mean generally restaurants don't have benches bolted to the floor, lighted menu boards behind the counter and sun...
Brick oven pizza is like what I imagine crack is like to, well, a crack addict. I've honestly never had the balls to try the stuff (crack, not pizza), but if it...
I can’t even tell you how many chicken rolls I've had over the course of my lifetime, but suffice it to say it's a shit-ton. Though never in my long history...
I grew up on a coast with no Italians. My only reference was the Godfather movies and Tony Danza. Not only did that narrow my understanding of Italian Ameri...
Wandering around the Lower East Side looking for food is both challenging and not. There are tons of choices, no doubt, but in this particular neighborhood ...
Doughy and not in any way refined, the pizza at what amounts to a corner stand a stone's throw from the brutally nasty PABT is one step above a slice you might ...
“Pizza that suffers from pizza-envy” was the first thing that came to mind when I ordered a slice at Lazarra's, and they handed me a tiny white bag that cou...
Who knew that you could find something edible under the PABT bridge? I’m not sure that’s the actual name of the giant ramp-like thing that runs out of the b...
The fact that the owners of Burgers & Cupcakes could even pull it together long enough to open a second restaurant is almost beyond belief. A more disor...
There are few things that travel worse than thin crust pizza. Nachos come to mind. And smoothies. And maybe fondue. But, really, thin crust pizza is meant to be...
Fat Sal's doesn't amount to much more than a storefront with a small glass case filled with room temperature pizza. The flies sure seem to like it a lot, bu...
What amounts to a greasy pizza shop with a few tables crammed into it, Pomodoro was surprisingly satisfying for a place with no character whatsoever. Even sadde...
I can't hear the name Otto without thinking about the worst mascot in college sports history. I'm speaking, of course, about the smiling piece of fruit that is ...
Talk about a crime of convenience. I walk right out of bar with a wicked hunger, and what do I happen upon but just the kind of joint to satiate my panicky br...
Mmmm boots. Wow, that steak tasted like and old boot. I think I'm gonna boot. I'm gonna shove my boot so far up your ass, you'll be tasting leather. Yeah, n...
