
After a month of torture, I was eager to get back to my slice slinging ways. But no corner slice would do for my pizza cherry. After the show we headed down to Carmine & Bleeker to hit up No.28, voted one of the Top 5 pizzerias in Manhattan for it's coal oven & fresh ingredients. I had never eaten there, but I was hoping for greatness.

There's dual facing 50inch flat screens up on the wall playing Italian tv, most importantly soccer. Here the rule rang true, if the patrons are of the same nationality as the food served, it has to be good. Here EVERYBODY spoke Italian. The owner walked in and sat while we were waiting for our pizza. After a few moments, they served him this crazy meal. Think of a plate laced with sliced pepperoni and two fried eggs in the middle, served with a basket of fresh steaming bread. I was jelly.
After a short period, probably about 2 beers time, our 29inch pie finally arrived. Well worth the wait. The crust was perfect. Slightly thicker than most coal oven thin crust styles, to give it that perfect chew, fresh sauce, Buffalo Mozzarela imported weekly from Naples, and that all important fresh Basil. Our pie lasted no longer than it a few minutes due to it's sheer delicousness. I wanted to order another one, but the homies caught a bitch.


