Firehouse Pizza is really charming for a number of reasons. First of all, it is like, absolutely one of the tiniest pizzerias I've been to. It's no Triangle Pizza, but it's pretty cramped in there. There's full seating for four folks, at two two-top tables. Say that ten times fast. The craziest thing about the place is that there is this weird little, like, dispatch office with a little window that reminded me of that room where Danny Devito hung out in Taxi. It's just plopped down in the middle of the restaurant. The space could totally be used for more seating or something, but instead it is just this sloppy office. There's something I really appreciate about that. And then the "waitstaff" is majorly over-attentive in this way where like, you're in high school at your friend's parents house and her mom keeps trying to make sure that you're comfortable or alright the whole time to the point that it becomes vaguely burdensome but you still know that it's so sweet, so who cares.
The pizza here is horrible, though. The color of the sauce was really reminiscent of tomato paste, the crust was spongy and nasty, and the cheese was totally from a bag of shredded crap. Mike said, "my mom, who is from Florida, would be fine with this," which is to say that, yes, it was certainly pizza, but no, it wasn't good pizza. We didn't even finish our single serving between the three of us. Take this slice and shove it.
Firehouse Pizza - $2.50
230 E 29th St (2nd & 3rd)
New York, NY 10016
Oh, also! Happy New Year to all of the tribe. And just for the hell of it, because I'm thinking of Mike Watt, anyway: