I used to live a block from John’s on Bleecker Street and for my money it is simply THE single best pizza money can buy — bar fucking none.
Whenever I’m back in New York I stop in and get a large pie with extra garlic and sausage.
And I don’t share it!
The fennel sausage is from Faicco’s Pork Store two doors down the block. And it, the fresh garlic, and the smokey crust and amazing cheese will make you jizz in your pants.
On more than one occasion I’ve had lunch at John’s only to go back later that evening to have dinner there.
In fact, the last time I was in New York I actually had breakfast there — stopping in at 11:30 one morning and as soon as they opened in order to scarf down a large sausage pie as my first meal of the day.