Ciao Bella Napoli: "There is an oil painting of the owner with a halo hanging above the hallway to the bathrooms."

Ciao Bella Napoli ain't bad. There's worse pizza, and there are worse place to spend your time, though it does suffer from total Olive Garden Syndrome. The people in here were nice, and for some reason the corny music was less offensive because it was Italian American crooners and not rustic Italian folk music.


The slice was totally decent, if not great. Upon hearing me take my first bite, Erick said it had a "cinematic crunch. That sounds like the sound effect of a piece of pizza crunching." And it did, because this slice was cooked pretty damn excellently. The sauce tasted ever so slightly of fresh tomatoes, which was really pleasant. The cheese was totally bland, though, which really detracted from what would have been an otherwise incredible slice.

Frank O'Hara had this to say:

and I'll be happy here and happy there, full
of tea and tears. I don't suppose I'll ever get
to Italy, but I have the terrible tundra at least.


And that's all for today, because it's my birthday, and I have other things to do.

Ciao Bella Napoli - 2.35
1477 York Avenue
Manhattan, New York, NY 10075