The walls are plastered with photos of owner Joe Pozzuoli posing with celebrities, but the star power does nothing to slow down the relentless pace of the counter. This Broadway outpost operates on the same "slice purist" philosophy that defined the original Greenwich Village location in 1975. You won't find experimental toppings or complex menus here. The glass case displays the basics – plain cheese, pepperoni, and fresh mozzarella – and the turnover is fast enough that pies rarely sit for long.
The line is a constant feature, often stretching out the door and down the block, though the staff moves through orders with practiced efficiency. Inside, the energy is frantic. The space is not designed for lingering; it is a corridor for refueling. Seating is limited to a handful of stools and narrow ledges that are almost always occupied. You order at the register, wait a minute for the slice to crisp up in the oven, and then jostle for enough elbow room to fold it. The crust is thin, the sauce is simple, and the transaction is over in minutes. It serves as a pre-theater stop or a late-night necessity, provided you are comfortable eating while you stand.