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Who knew that you could
find something edible under the PABT bridge? I’m not sure that’s
the actual name of the giant ramp-like thing that runs out of the
bus terminal and into the great Lincoln Tunnel, but the people sleeping
under it and pissing on its moorings probably know its true name.
John and Tony even brag on their menu: "We have the best pizza
on the worst block," and they try a bit of whimsy with: "If
you are afraid to walk here, don't worry. We Deliver." Granted
it's like two blocks from my office, which is on the second
worst block in Manhattan. The slice I had wasn’t a bad facsimile
of authentic NYC pizza. Thin and crispy, not overly cheesy, with just
the right amount of grease. I got another slice a week later that
was equally as tight, but was covered with so much garlic I could
have driven off an entire colony of bloodsuckers. Luckily the pizza
had the same effect on the two dozen dudes asking for “bus money
to, uh, this place in New Jersey.” [MF]
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