Saturday was bright and sunny... and cold. How to spend the afternoon when being outside wasn't so appealing? How about a trip to the East Village for pizza? I've been meaning to take AV to the city's iconic pizza places, and since he was game, off we went to Motorino for a pizza experience.
I anticipated that we might face a significant wait, but turned out there was a two-top waiting for us when we arrived. We wedged in, placed our order, and sat through about a half-hour wait while activity swirled all around us. After about 25 minutes, we still hadn't received our drinks, so we asked again, and the friendly waiter, suitably apologetic, brought them right away. We really wanted them, see, 'cause they were cute little Diet Cokes in old school glass bottles. Smooth and satisfying.
So, it's truly too bad Motorino is so inaccessible from both of our hoods; it's certainly a go-to place if you're anywhere nearby. Or maybe it's not so bad, since it's not cheap ($14 for AV's pie), nor is it probably particularly healthy. But as four-Offset-Spatula Saturday pizza lunch destination, it's incomparable.
And thus begins the grand NYC iconic pizza tour. Where should we go next, readers? Di Fara? Artichoke? Let me know.
349 East 12th Street, at First Avenue