Pizza Pilgrimages in NYC
Hand-picked by Gothamly and checked against each place’s own site. Nobody paid to be here.
Hand-picked by Gothamly and checked against each place’s own site. Nobody paid to be here.
Coal-oven pies from the same family for a century — whole pies only, go early
Staten Island's thin-crust benchmark — the garbage pie, then Ralph's ices across the street
The upside-down Sicilian square, then a cup of spumoni at the picnic tables
A Bronx house-turned-pizzeria — the fennel sausage slice is the order
The DeMarco family's shrine — fresh-cut basil over every pie, worth every minute of the wait
America’s first licensed pizzeria — coal oven on Spring St since the beginning
Coal-fired institution, booths carved by generations — no slices, no reservations
The original uptown coal oven — a thin-crust slice at the counter is the move
106 W Houston St · coal-oven pies with live jazz every night — the Village as it was
The definitive New York slice — folded, on the sidewalk, no improvements needed
Candle-lit thin crust worth the wait-list ritual — BYO wine, cash only
The pepperoni square that launched a thousand lines — worth one, once
House-milled flour, retro room — the new-school slice done old-school
Anthony Mangieri’s purist Neapolitan — naturally leavened, nightly till the dough runs out
Grandma-style squares on the cobblestones of Stone Street — FiDi’s best outdoor table
The tie-dye vodka pie of legend — a Staten Island family recipe holding court on Mulberry
Eleven Madison Park alums doing razor-thin sourdough — put your name in early, stroll while it proofs
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