If you're longing for pizza like back home in New York this is the place for two reasons:
1 - Pizza tastes like it comes off 7th Avenue in Manhattan
2 - They're rude and act as though we're here to cater to and support them
I called in 20 minutes to closing tonight to order two pies for pick-up. She didn't even answer the phone with the business name and all she was interested in saying was that we had to be there by closing. Thai Basil, Cornish Pasty, and other corporate chains in the area never do that.
The blonde portly girl gave flack all the way through the transaction. My Spanish isn't the best but I swear their Spanish-only speaking cook in the back said something about a white guy and kept shaking his head in my direction during payment. Luckily I watched the pies come out the oven, so I don't think they were sabotaged.
Except for an obtuse crust at the edge of the pizza, it tastes great! Excellent sauce and decent cheese. They'd get 4 to 5 stars if it weren't for the acerbic service.
So, if you want to be insulted and inconvenienced while you get a great tasting pizza, stop over at "The Family" and they'll treat you like their own step-child.