A few Fridays ago, Mark and I went to The PIT Loft (which is the Peoples Improv Theater) to see a sketch comedy show in which our friend was performing. I got out of work, met Mark on the subway platform and we made our way to W. 29th St. with 30 minutes to spare before the 9pm performance.
So what else would we do besides grab a slice of pizza at the nearest hole in the wall pizzeria: Cavallo’s on 7th Ave.
It looked promising enough: a narrow restaurant with pies on display, Stella on tap and just enough grime on the walls to remind you that you aren’t in some sterile suburban strip mall.
I got a thin slice of mushroom and Mark got a thick slice of cheese. The mushroom was as it should be: totally and completely covered with sliced button mushrooms. None of these frou-frou mushrooms that don’t belong on New York style pizza, and not an inch of slice to spare.
It definitely didn’t meet the “doesn’t crack when folded” test, but we saw it sitting out under heat lamps, so no surprise that it wasn’t made fresh to order. It did indeed seem like their night was winding down by the diminished number of pies under glass and the lack of sparkle on the remaining slices. But oh well.
Overall, the pizza was serviceable. Good flavor, mega toppings and satiated any growing hunger pangs.
Was it the best pizza ever? No. Would I go back? Probably not. Did it fill a need? Yes.
And on to the next.