First off, I posted 27 times in May. That’s a record for me. I thought I was kinda slacking off, so I pushed extra hard last month to post as much as I could. Anyway, I’ve been hearing so much about Artichoke Pizza on East 14th Street, I had to go check it out for myself. In all of the web posts I’d read before going, no one mentioned that they sometimes don’t have the famous artichoke pizza. That would have been helpful information. I guess I got there too early on Sunday afternoon, and they were still making the sauce. I didn’t have an extra 3 or 4 hours to wait, so I got a couple of plain slices. First came the regular. I saw a comment somewhere (maybe on Serious Eats?) from some dope saying that the slice looks like it comes from a frozen box. Umm, no, it doesn’t. First of all, the slice is gigantic, and you know I like that. I was intrigued by the brick-oven taste of the pizza, since I’m pretty sure it came out of a regular-style oven.
But the Sicilian is the real treat. Sure, you already know I have a thing for Sicilian pizza, but just trust me, this Sicilian is really good. The sauce seems to make it, but the crust was just right too, with that sort of smokiness to it, and a lot of crunch. I could eat pizza like this often, like every day for lunch. I definitely have to go back to try the artichoke pizza. By the way, how cheese-y is this photo from New York magazine’s web site? The place is a mad-house. Nobody is standing around smiling like that. And what’s that on the counter, some fresh-baked bread? I don’t get it.