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| - I gotta say, it was decent. The atmosphere was reminiscent of my childhood hangouts. The pizza was descent.
You may be thinking, "Descent? Fours stars for 'decent'?"
Well, let me explain.
17 years ago, I was ripped from the pizza haven that was my first home (after the womb, but just as comfortable), Long Island, NY. The reasons are unclear to me still. I was a vulnerable nine year old uprooted and moved to the cruel and often cold (metaphorically, not literally) Sonoran Desert, I had no way to cope with my new surroundings. Oreos just did not fill the void in my empty pit of a stomach, which I was quickly trying to fill with something familiar.
That something familiar was a good, thin and crunchy crust, extra sauce, light on the cheese, pie. Pizza pie.
No one could provide for me. I was desolate. Pizza places came and went. A sauce here, a sauce there.
Eventually I learned to cope on my own without the crutch that was the perfect slice. I live for my semi annual trips back to the pizza- womb that is Greenwich Village, but when I am feeling just a little nostalgic, just a little emotional... a slice from Buono's will suffice.
And that is why I give 4 stars.
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