A relative who no longer visits New York that often mentioned to me last month that when he does it has become harder to find a slice place in Manhattan. We didn’t get a chance to talk much more about that as a three-year old came running into the room wanting to show off his home-made race track that flung their toy cars down the basement staircase with their parents approval.
But as I took the train back to Grand Central, it got me thinking about how fellow Park Slope natives all had their go-to pizzerias. Central Sloper’s were Pino’s through and through. Closer to 9th Street and you were a Smiling Pizza person. Further north toward Flatbush and you might go with Antonio’s. Different neighborhoods have their long-standing pizzerias. And each one of those has a style that is acutely theirs. That style informs your perception of the perfect slice.
Having relied on pizzerias up and down the east coast for the last 20 years, I would argue that Best Pizza comes closest to the formula for perfection – and their Meatball Sub, usually, is even better.
On a regular slice – cheese can be too much of a good thing if it is mouth-scorchingly hot, overly greasy, and a ready made mess that won’t be avoided with two paper plates doing their best Venn-diagram impersonation. If New York wants to claim the best pizza in the country, we should be able to do better. Pizzerias should be able to turn out slices that are hot and have all the necessary ingredients in the proper ratio.
Best Pizza comes the closest to enviable goal. With an old-timey sign overhanging the entrance and a huge 33 on the door that makes me think of Patrick Ewing every time I stop by, their slice formula comes the closest to perfection I’m aware of.
A slightly charred crust, gives a crunch to the pizza so it doesn’t feel like you’re eating dough, but is not so black to the point of burned. The mild tang of the pasta sauce and the conservative in comparison, but more-than-reasonable in a vacuum cheese coverage, drive home the fact that this is a pizza made with consideration for the person eating it. Topped off with a fresh piece of basil, the Best Pizza slice is a must have if you’re in Williamsburg.
Best Pizza though, is more than just a slice joint. In their write-up, New York Mag mentioned that the meatball sub has something of a cult following. After trying it on three different occasions – yes, I take my meatball subs seriously – I can say that description is less hyperbolic than it might seem. Only on my third visit did the sub fail to live it up to its previous highs.
When the sub is first brought to your table, your eyes and stomach may ask in unison, “I paid $9 for this?” Fear not, the sub is chockfull of ground meat that is fresh and include parsley and diced onion. Layered between that ball and cheese is a tangier pasta sauce. A thin slice of cheese sits on top.
The ingredient that brings it all together is the bread. On my first two visits, the bread was toasted just enough to give a slight crunch that accentuated the softness of the meatballs and the sauce. This past Sunday, the bread had been toasted just a bit too long. The harder bread left me wanting for the sub of my previous visits.
In a city where pizza places are more prevalent than subway stations, the best is quite the aspiration. Perfection is hard to ascertain. Best Pizza, situated on a sleepy residential stretch of Havemeyer in Williamsburg, may not hit the mark, but they give it a run for its money.