I mean… There’s a reason it’s famous…

In the West Village of New York City AKA the epicenter of food in the United States, sits the absolute powerhouse of a pizza joint that is John’s of Bleecker. Whole pies only, no slices, and the single best pizza sauce that I’ve ever tasted. Luke and I took the train up to the city from Philly one night and went on our own little pizza tour.

Funny story about our experience at John’s- the line was out the door, so we placed an online order and walked across the street to my favorite bar in NYC, The Blind Tiger. We had a beer, got a text that our order was ready, went back to get it, and sat down on the patio of Blind Tiger with fresh beers and the pie… Nearly immediately, a very large bouncer came outside yelling at us that we couldn’t eat on their property. So being the pizza & beer degenerates we are, I walked the pizza back across the street an sat it on top of a dumpster. Luke and I proceeded to alternate eating a slice of pizza on the dumpster, and sipping our beers at Blind Tiger until the pizza was gone, tagging off like it was a tag-team wrestling match.

Anyway… John’s is a must hit in West Village, along with at least two other places that I’m salivating over as I’m typing this. I’ll post all of them eventually.