I've seen a couple of people ask whether DiFaras has wine and whether you can bring your own. I first heard about DiFaras on this site about 4 months ago, and right away I was dying to go. When I read that you are welcome to bring your own wine, I knew I had it made. You see, my wife is not much of a pizza eater, especially compared to her sicko pizza-adicted husband, but we both enjoy splitting a bottle of BYOB red at an inexpensive restaurant once a week or so. (Olive & Vine in the Slope is one of our favorites.) The naughtiness of drinking essentially for free, coupled with the buzz that comes from a half-bottle of cheap red, makes for a great date. So even though my wife normally wouldn't be psyched to schlep all the way to Avenue J for a slice of pizza, I knew I had her with the BYOB hook. And off we went.
Well imagine my shock when I finally got to DiFaras and learned that it is, with all respect, a dump. Don't get me wrong, pizza is meant to be eaten in dumpy parlors, and every single one of my favorite pizza spots in NY is a complete dump. So I really am not picking on DiFaras in particular. But when I go on a BYOB date with my wife I want a few basics -- real plates, a table we don't have to share, perhaps a water glass, etc. Well DiFaras ain't got any of those things. Most of the tables are large shared ones, the pizza comes (of course) on paper plates, and everything is kind of dirty. I've heard people say you can bring your own wine glasses too, but I'm telling you it just isn't that kind of place. It's a little nasty there.
Bottom line: go to DiFaras, order your slice, and wolf it down at the dirty tables shared with strangers like we do at every other nasty pizza place in NY, god love them all. The fact that I think DiFara's pizza is mediocre at best should not dissuade you from running over there just as fast as you can, given the praises sung by the DiFaras lunatics who dominate this otherwise wonderful website. BUT FOR GOD'S SAKE LEAVE YOUR BOTTLE OF WINE AT HOME! It cannot possibly be controversial for me to say that it just ain't that kind of place, no matter how good the pizza may or may not be. So eat your slice, digest it, reflect on it, and then go home to your front stoop or park bench or street corner and drink a cold tall boy out of a bag for dessert. Much better ambiance.