'Twas a bitter cold December eve in Times Square. People were getting off work, heading home. Others were going to shows. I walked past a pizza parlour and did a double take: "now what do we have here!?" It looked like an old-fashioned New York City pizza parlour! Various of various shapes and colors lined the window. I entered. There was a fresh-looking pepperoni pie, and I ordered a slice. And there was a grandma pie, too. What is that brownish-greenish substance that appears to top the pizza, I wondered. Could it be? Only one way to find out: I ordered a slice. The pepperoni slice was fine -- a decent enough iteration of a New York slice. Then the grandma slice arrived. I closely inspected the brownish-green concoction that topped the sauce and cheese. Certainly there were herbs interspersed within the substance, but what was the bulk of this substance? My instincts were correct: the pizza was drenched in fresh garlic! Never have I seen so much chopped, fresh garlic on top of a pizza! Perhaps there were some breadcrumbs, adding the brownish hue, but mostly garlic pervaded. I took a bite and my eyes rolled back into my head -- I was in fresh garlic heaven.*
Patzeria
West 46th Street
*In all honesty, the grandma slice had way too much garlic - I don't recommend it
