Saturday afternoon I found myself completely surrounded by pre-adolescent Spidermen and Spongebobs in the East Village. In a panicked frenzy, I decided to take refuge in Stromboli Pizza, a slice joint I'd been meaning to try for a while now.
I was happy to see that Stromboli offers a fresh mozzarella slice alongside their plain, so of course I ordered both.
Pretty photogenic slices, huh? Unsure of where to start, I opted for the plain slice.
Wowza! Pretty darn tasty! The cheese on this guy stands out more than most by-the-slice places in the city; it almost tasted like they threw some cheddar in with that aged shredded mozzarella, but the guys behind the counter wouldn't say for sure.
The undercrust and cornicione weren't anything special (notice the wire rack marks on the bottom) except for the fact that there was no tip sag to speak of- pretty decent considering the size of the slice.
I took a few more bites of the plain before diverting my taste buds to the fresh mozz slice. I went in for the fold and before I could take my first bite, I was struck with yet another pizza collapse! WTF!?
Chowing down on this mofo just got a lot messier. This slice wasn't off to a great start, and sadly didn't make up for it's disasterous meltdown by imparting superior flavor. Sure the sauce has a nice, fresh sweetness to it, but the cheese was flavorless and bland, and the same goes for the 'basil' shredded on top.
I was disappointed by the latter slice- a rare thing since usually fresh mozz slices are a better product than their plain counterparts. I can see why a number of people have listed Stromboli as their favorite slice joint in the city, though I can't heartily agree. While the rest of the plain slice found it's way into my belly, the rest of the mozz found it's way into the trash can.