Broadway Pizza is a horrible shame. It is as hot as the roiling pits of hell, and twice as horrible. The people that work there are kind enough, but that just lulls you into a false sense of security. Do not come here for pizza. I will say, though, that there was a really enormous upstairs seating area, and while it was far too hot to be comfortable this time of year, and I imagine it might be cold in the Winter, during the Spring and Autumn this seems like a nice place to come and get something small like a coffee or a can of soda, and just wander upstair to read or write and be totally left alone.
This slice is a terrible travesty. The first bite, which I took, had no sauce at all and was totally disgusting. It was the best part of this shitty food-slab. Caroline took a bite next, immediately spit it out, and then just shook her head back and forth, slowly and repeatedly, for the rest of our internment here. Johnny got the first bite with sauce and told me it was "mealy," which seemed odd to me, because how can sauce be mealy? But he was right, it was. Like a bad apple. Caroline finally broke her silence to tell us that the sauce "kind of looks like when people try to replicate vaginal bleeding in horror movies." Ugh. Dee-skusting.
Broadway Pizza - $2.75
1157 Broadway (at 27th)
New York, NY 10001