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| - Ok, ok, ok. I know. I know.
Yes, I've been a smarmy dick when it comes to reviewing pizza in Toronto. But, you know, too bad: I'm a New Yorker, and when it comes to being-a-smarmy-dick-when-it-comes-to-pizza, I'd be in serious danger of losing my Ol' Neighborhood cred (and notice the absence of a "U" there, huh?) if I weren't so smarmy in the Neapolitan department. Capiche?
But.
King Slice is... yeah, fine, ok... pretty... (ok, I'll say it) awesome.
Granted, the crust is still a little thick (at about 1/2") for me, and granted, they could still use a little more sauce... but, my friends, apart from that, this kid from Brooklyn is actually kinda impressed. I'll even give them a Fuckin' A.
On a steady basis, King offers several slice varieties: Deluxe, Arrabiatta, Margherita, Pepperoni, Hawaiian, Greek, Italian, and Caesar. All the toppings are fresh, succulent, and abundant, but the real thing is the size. Seriously.
If my ex-girlfriend, the size queen, ate here, she'd be very, very happy. These slices are the size of a small infant, paisan: at least a solid foot from crust to tip.
And those aren't the only varieties of pizza they offer. Add to that pollo basilico, Canadian, Giardinetto, Napa, Al Fono, Silician, pancetta, and spinachi.
And other dishes? Si! Excellent calzones (Jesus! They even know what a calzone is supposed to be!), manicotti, lasagna, gnocchi, fusillui, and various options for penne, fettuccini, and spaghetti. They serve at least six varieties of beer and two options for wine. The counter generously provides a multitude of self-serve additional spices as well as a never-empty massive glass pitcher of lemoned water.
No, to me, it's still not quite the same as a gooey, saucy, you-need-two-hands-to-hold-it slice of Brooklyn. But, um... wow. He is nevertheless impressed.
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