Showing posts with label Great Slice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Great Slice. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Famous Ben's Pizza of Soho: "This is good pizza, but you probably already know that."

has always been good. I ate here for the first time a bunch of years ago when I used to be a nanny for this awesome kid Cassius. We were heading home from the Thompson Street pool and I stopped in for a slice and gave him a few bites. He was 11 months old and I think it was his first time ever eating pizza, which was definitely one of the high points of being a nanny. I also gave him his first Gabilla's knish from a street vendor by City Hall. Plus one time, I was walking him around in a baby backpack by St Marks Place and I ran into my high school girlfriend, who was this totally older goth lady who I thought was my One True Love for like 3 months until she dumped me a few days before September 11th! She was all, "oh, Colin, who's this?" and it was kind of implicit that she thought he was my kid.
So I was like, "this is Cassius."
And she was all, "he doesn't look like you."
And real quick I just blurted out, "well, he looks like his mother," which wasn't a lie, but it definitely perpetuated the notion that this beautiful child was my progeny, a mistruth that I was eager to nurture for totally silly, but probably obvious reasons.

Anyway, this place. It's always swarmed with people because it's kind of reknowned for having a great NY style slice. I read a couple of reviews on the internet because I was curious what the general impression of this place was, and people pretty much universally decried what they considered bad service, which is BANANAS to me. B-A-N-A-N-A-S. I think it must be all tourists or folks from some fantasy land, because the people in here have always been curt and cordial with me, at least until last week with Kevin Morby, when the woman at the register was exceptionally chatty and super friendly!

This slice was fresh out the oven and soooooo messy, but I totally great. I did this really amatuerish thing where I picked it up before giving the cheese an opportunity to solidify and all just sort of slid off the crust. Kevin Morby said "IT'S LIKE A FUCKING CHEESE LANDSLIDE!" and then sung that Smashing Pumpkins song while I videotaped the cheese dripping off. (Okay, seriously, that video of little kids singing makes me cry every time I listen to it. The one kid at like 50 seconds in with the grey shirt and very earnest eyebrows just feeling it so hard just fucking TUGS at my heartstring.)

Anyway, drips aside, this slice was totally rad. Excellent quality everything, skillfully assembled, you can taste the love and pizza-making experience in every bite. This is a totally solid slice.


Would've been a full 7, but there was a half-slice deduction because this thing should not have cost $3.00.

Ben's Pizza - $3.00
177 Spring Street (Thompson & West Broadway)
New York, NY 10012

Monday, April 25, 2011

Rosetti's Pizza: "This place is AWESOME!"

I love Kevin Morby. He is a great dude. A few years ago he walked up to me at a party and just started talking to me. I was kind of bummed because I was in the middle of a conversation with a Cool Older Punk who I was really excited wanted to be friends with me. Kevin was really persistent about hanging out and we made plans to meet up later in the week. He came to my neighborhood and I made him come grocery shopping with me. He also briefly played second guitar in a band I used to be in and that shit was fun and he is a good guy and blah blah blah. Sometimes people's projects get popular and you feel resentful because they are a dickhead, or you feel like they are total sellouts, but when I started seeing Kevin's pictures in the paper and stuff, I was not only unsurprised, I also just felt really happy and like maybe we live in a just world after all. Does that make sense?

Anyway, my buddy had been on tour for a really long time and we hadn't seen each other in ages when we met up in Soho to slam a bunch of pizza. Sadly, the first like, three or four pizza shops we stopped at were either shuttered or fancy, sit-down establishments that don't count for Slice Harvester. Our first stop was , on 6th Ave at Watts St.

Rosetti's was like, a total sleeper slice. I don't know, maybe other people know something I don't and have been singing this place's praises for eons, but I've never even heard of it before and it was GOOD! I am getting really hungry thinking about it and I just ate a brisket sandwich like, 5 minutes ago from my mom's Passover leftovers so it's not even like I'm super hungry or nothing. When we were waiting for our slice, the pizza man realized he had burnt some other guys pizza by accident, and instead of blustering and being a dick about it, he offered the guy a new slice. AND THE GUY DECLINED! It was like a contest watching these people try and be more polite and demure to each other.

This slice was really good. It was really thin, but it was super wide, and the ratios were in perfect accordance with the thin base. The sauce was totally delicious and the cheese was spot on. This is what every slice should be like, although sadly most slices don't come anywhere near this level of awesomeness. I bet you in the comments some putz is gonna be like, "waaaah this is just regular pizza what's so special about it?!!!???!?!" but that person is an idiot. Slice Harvester is about cataloging the huge spectrum of oral, olfactory and emotional experiences that can be garnered in the simple act of sharing a slice of pizza with a friend. So get with it or get out! This slice was delicious. Whether or not it stands up to the test of time we will find out during the ULTIMATE SLICE ELIMINATION ROUND that will happen at the end of all this, but for now as the mayor of Slice Harvester I declare this pizza to be... awesome.


Rosetti's Pizza - $2.50
114 6th Ave (at Watts)
New York, NY 10013

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Sal's Pizza Pasta Cafe: "I don't know how I feel about this place, but the pizza is good."

has a great looking exterior. It's really a beautiful place, and you can tell there is a lot of love and devotion here. And a lot of care. Upon walking inside, the place is warm and homey. It feels good in there, and it feels like the people care. Then me and Martin noticed this newspaper clipping pasted to the wall:

It's an article about famous national villain George W Bush visiting New York City in the wake of September 11th, and it contains the following circled portion:

Among those who strongly felt Bush ought to come back to New York more regularly were the owners of Sal's pizza shop on Broome Street, which prepared the firehouse luncheon.

"If he came back a couple more times it would do wonders for the city," said Pete Arnone, a relative of the owners and the guy who keeps the books at Sal's. "His presence is saying, 'It's safe. We need to stimulate business.' If he starts coming back then a lot of other people will start coming back."

Business at Sal's, which dropped 70 percent in the week after the attacks, was back to its normal level yesterday, Arnone said.

The man who made the five presidential pizzas yesterday was Francesco Triolo. "An FBI agent was watching me the whole time I was doing it," he said, still beaming with pride later in the day. "He was a very nice guy, but he didn't let his eyes off for a minute. It was the first time I made pizzas under surveillance."
 And then we looked around and noticed that the same article was photocopied and posted over every single table!

I don't really like that too much, to be honest. When I think of George Bush and pizza, I prefer the guy who ran into a pizza place and a few years ago. (Presuming, of course, that that guy wasn't an anti-Semite. Not that everyone who thinks a Zionist political stance is problematic is anti-Semitic, but the lines are blurry enough that I felt the need to disclaim.) There is something that totally unsettled me and made me feel a little bit like I was supping with the enemy or whatever.

But then I was just like, "you know, fuck it." Like, the other day I noticed a sign at my mailbox place that said, "TEA: TAXED ENOUGH ALREADY" and that shit is patently stupid, but I'm not gonna stop getting my mail there and I'm not going to stop thinking that the couple who run the place are nice people just because they disagree with me. I think this is an easy thing that most people grasp when they are really young, that you can disagree with people about something but they can still be okay people. But I have been REALLY PUNK for a long time, and as many people know, punx are a small and insular culture who are wary of outsiders, which is why so many of them feel comfortable living in Hassidic neighborhoods.

I can say with 100% honesty, that growing up in the punk scene and investing my whole self in it, at the expense of everything else in my life, at a very young age, netted me so many positive experiences, a loving and supportive community, and a self of self-assurance in my abilities that many people I know who didn't come out of punk rock lack. That shit is awesome! I think it also led me to make a ton of really poor decisions and to believe in a bunch of total crap because it seemed cool. Remember CrimethINC? That shit is fucked on so many levels!

Ugh, anyway, I guess my point is that even though this place had newspaper articles that mentioned GW Bush in it, it didn't bother me that much, even though I felt like it should bother me. Whatever, maybe I will elaborate on this another time, it's late.

This slice had the same audible crunch of Ray's, without any of the disappointment. They use quality ingredients here at Sal's, and they know how to make a good slice. Apparently this place has been here under the same ownership since the late 70s, so maybe they still make pizza with care and skill like they used to. There was plenty of grease and great ratios. The bottom had this burnt flavor that requires the most delicate skill to achieve and the crust tasted delicious and had an excellent texture. All in all, despite my possible political indignation, this was a great slice and maybe the last decent pizzeria in Little Italy.


Sal's - $2.50
369 Broome St (Elizabeth & Mott)
New York, NY 10012

Friday, March 11, 2011


So, recently my friend Scotty came to visit. Him and me and Cory and Johnny, both of whom you should know if you've been reading Slice Harvester, used to play in a band together some time ago. It was a fun band, even though I accidentally read in Cory's diary once that he hated being in a band with me. Oh, and we also used to be roommates, back when my apartment had no doors and there were only sheets hanging in the doorways. For a while he was into squatting on top of the toilet seat whenever he took a dump because "that's how the cavemen did it," which presumably referred to the squatting posture and not to perching atop a toilet, because cavemen didn't have toilets. We were not really in the habit of having any privacy when we lived together and once I came home with some company and, it bears noting here that the bathroom is directly across from the front door, I opened up the door and there was Scotty wearing a striped polo shirt, no pants and a pair of running shoes, squatting on the pot just letting it all slide out like The Great Pizzaola intended. Hopefully he doesn't mind that I just shared that story!

Anyway, it was really good to see him and I made plans to try my damnedest to get him out eating pizza with me, which happened, luckily. We stopped briefly at Economy Candy and I bought my special ladyfriend some candy cigarettes. And then we went to , which I was excited about because I've always liked that place.

This place is great! They have all these , and the pizza man was so nice and they had classic rock radio playing, which is totally not ideal, but there's something about a pizzeria with classic rock on the radio. And there's a lot of windows and it's nice and sunny and I was there with my friend Scotty and it was a nice day and the sun was out and I was in a really good mood and everything seemed to be alright in the world.

This slice looks a lot more orange than it actually did in real life. I am sure there is some color correcting I could do if I were so inclined, or had any knack for that sort of thing. But anyway! Rosario's! Always a quality slice. Such a pleasure to eat here. My notes say, "delicious!" three times and "great quality ingredients!" twice, because I kept writing the same things over and over because I was so enraptured by this pizza and by the great company I had. This slice has perfect cheese elasticity, hearty crunch, and a kindly, gentle sauce. Perfect ratios mean these ingredients work in the most harmonious symbiosis, creating a heroic explosion of flavors all up in your mouthpiece. Kudos to you, Rosario's! You are the best slice in your neighborhood, by a longshot!


Rosario's - $2.50
173 Orchard St (at Stanton)
New York, NY 10002

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Iggy's: "Here comes my chinese rug."

! In case you didn't catch it, my title is a reference to the Iggy Pop song Success from 1977's Lust for Life album:

Briefly, I would like to mention a second-hand Iggy Pop story. Prior to the decree that everyone at airports had to take their shoes off, my friend Sal was flying to the DR and was on the same plane as Iggy (literally, although not figuratively!). Sal noticed Iggy waiting because he was wearing a sport coat with no shirt underneath and only had one shoe on. Iggy was hanging out with a portly, spoiled-looking teenager who Sal presumed to be his son, and when the plane boarded, Sal noticed that Iggy was flying first class but had booked his kid in coach! I guess it's easier to blast off on success without your kid cramping your style.

Anyway, back to Iggy's Pizza. This place has a stellar slice! It is a bit wet, but in a good way. Noah took a bite and said, "that is... JUICY!" very excitedly. It was soft and wet without being soggy or underdone. It had the perfect amount of good grease and totally delicious chewy crust. Not overly chewy, mind you, but chewy like great homemade bread. It just tasted very personal, if that makes sense, like a lot of love went into it's preparation.


Iggy's  - $2.50
173 1st Ave (12th & 13th)
New York, NY 10003
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