Thursday, February 11, 2010
Little Vincent's Pizza: "What is my fucking problem?"
Little Vincent's is a fairly unexceptional place in a fairly unexeptional neighborhood. When we were walking around, Blake, who is very familiar with that part of town from working at Hunter College, remarked, "I feel like only hospital bookkeepers and accountants live around here." I know they call the neighborhood Lenox Hill or something, but it might be more appropriately named Bartleby Heights.
This slice, unlike the last one, was not only bad, but exceptionally weird. When it came out Blake gave me a "what do you think" look, and I immediately told him it was too orange.
"But don't you sometimes want an orange slice?" he asked.
"Never. To me, orange is synonymous with cheap ingredients and weird synthetic flavors. I can't recall a single orange slice that I've loved out of the near 200 I've eaten."
It took me a while to place exactly what was going on in my mouth when I bit into this slice, but after a few shots off the mark, ("cheetos... no, no quite... doritos?!... it's closer, but still not there..."), I realized that this slice of pizza has the exact same after taste as Cheez-Its or Cheese Nips or one of those brands of horrid, square "cheese" flavored crackers. Maybe my friend Phil who only eats cheese crackers and mashed potatoes would love this slice, but Blake and I thought it was disgusting.
Little Vincent's Pizza - $2.75
1399 2nd Avenue
New York, NY 10021