It's Labor Day ... everyone else is sitting in their backyard pools throwing back cold ones. I needed carbs. The carbs of choice was pizza. The pizza of the night was Streets; it was the closest. I didn't think the food was bad. I actually liked the wings because it was a little different - kind of fried crispy without the heavy breading. The server was attentive but had the personality of a pile of sand - so it just canceled each other out. My husband's joke was ... it's New York. Whaddyaspect? I'd probably go back if I had a coupon.