As much hype as this pizza spot gets, I was surprised that it lived up to it. A few bites into the Soppressata Piccante I was unsure - until I hit one of the slices of salami. That's when it all came together - the airy, nicely burnt crust, the visible slices of garlic, the oregano....
This was one nice pizza - not your average fare. Puffin doesn't like pizza, she didn't really want to go when I brought up the idea - but here she was, chewing quietly with a surprised look on her face. Yes, sweetheart, this is how good pizza can be.
Extra credit for having Chinotto - an Italian citrus soft drink, that, let's say, is a required taste. I love the stuff and I'm sure someone else does... I think.....
The were a few off notes - notably the bored waiter who did laps around the restaurant like a caged grizzly, jumping to pour the last few drops of soda or clear the plates. Next, they make a nice Tiramisu, just not my preferred style - I like mine much creamier.
We went late in the afternoon to the East Village branch, there weren't many folks there. Fine by me, we had our pie in no time.