On the way home from work today I thought I'd give a try to Abitino's new location in my neighborhood--in the East Village on 2nd Avenue at E. 10th. I've seen them setting it up over the past few weeks. It is bright and shiny and clean, sort of like a Sbarro's, but since it's family owned and a NYC company, I thought I'd give it a try.
It was the worst slice I've ever had in Manhattan!
I asked for a plain slice and rather than taking a slice from a fresh pie that was right in front of me, the guy reached over to a crusty slice that looked like it had been sitting on the side under a heat lamp for about an hour. Another guy behind the counter must have seen the look of disgust on my face, because he stepped in and served up a slice of the new pie. But the first guy took it and handed it to a guy in line behind me. Excuse me? What is up with that?
I finally got a slice, took it over to pay, and the girl at the register wouldn't take my $5 bill because "it didn't have a line thorough it." Not a $50 bill, but a $5 bill. "The bank won't take it," she told me. Which is funny, because that's where I got it today when I cashed part of my paycheck.
Finally I sat down to eat my slice, and for the first time in my life I realized that the euphemism "tastes like a cardboard box" isn't some random phrase! It had no taste--the crust was tasteless, the sauce was tasteless, the cheese was tasteless. So I reached for the garlic powder and Italian herbs, and they were tasteless! It was like everything had been sitting in a warehouse for a year and they decided they should open a new pizza place so they could unload it!
Abitino brothers, you should be embarassed! I'd wish you luck, but based on my experience today, I hope you move OUT of the neighborhood real soon.