The interior is quite snazzy- the booths are plush and cozy, above there are non-glaring lights, and in the bathrooms and on the walls of the preceding hallway, hang images of sexy peppers in naughty positions (this, like good pizza, was new to me). Large groups are welcome. I tried the pizza Margherita, of course- a blend of fresh tomato layered with fresh mozzarella and basil leaves. My friend ordered the Piola- sun-dried tomatoes, sauce, fresh mozzarella, and basil. The crusts were perfectly crispy crunchy and tender inside. We desserted ourselves out on torta nera con gelato- chocolate cake a la mode. I left a proud New Yorker, havingfully enjoyed my native dish (snicker, snicker- I jest) with zero reservations.
Piola NYC: 12 Street between Broadway and University Place