(photo credit: http://shelleykarikari.blogspot.com/)
WHO: your drunk, LES-exploring self
WHAT: delicious, delicious pizza. And creepy, awesome staff.
WHEN: 2am, when you are 'taking a breather' from drinking at one of the grimier bars on the lower east side.
WHERE: 122 1st ave. between 7th & 8th st on 1st ave. L.E.S.
WHY: Because you're hungry. And this place suddenly appeared like a goddamn Narnia in the wardrobe of your drunk, hazy vision. And you have been looking for a place where you can walk in and hear psychedelic synth music coming out of a broken black and white TV and listen to a man who absolutely cannot be real ask you a riddle. Actually, yes.
HINT: Explore the condiments sitting on the counter. One of the little white pots contains the most delicious garlic paste that you need to smear all over your pizza.
I give it:
/ 10EIGHT OUT OF TEN HAPPY BRUCE FACES
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