Woof. That's the word that best encapsulates my experience eating (at least) a slice a day this past 31 days for National Pizza Month. My goal was simple: eat a slice a day at a different pizzeria each day, no repeats. For fairness, I avoided toppings and stuck to plain slices at slice joints (with the exception of Frank Pepe's and Bar Pizza). Take a look at the cross section of pies, ranging from delicious-looking to yak-inducing-
While my adventure may not seem so daunting spread out across an entire month, I was beginning to feel like a pizza in my last week of eating (not sure if that's a good or a bad thing...), so I can't even imagine what Nick Sherman felt like eating nothing but pizza for a month.
What was the best slice you ask? (you are asking, right?) Taste is in the mouth of the beholder, but there was no beating Bleecker St. Pizza, though it had an unfair advantage: since there weren't any plain slices available, I had a slice of their 'Nonna Maria' pie which added garlic and basil. That being the case, the runner-up is Joe's.
On the other side of the spectrum, there were a lot of uninspiring slices (to put it nicely). If I had to chose a worst slice, it's gotta be Little Italy's which put me into a wretched pizza coma from a single slice. It takes a lot for me to get queasy from a slice, but this one put my vom-reflexes to the test. Grosstown city.
If I learned one thing from my slice-capade it's this: this town has too many great pizza joints to ever have a bad slice.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
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