I noted a few weeks ago that they fried chicken joint at 6925 3rd Ave. (N.E. corner of Ovington) had installed what appeared to be a pizza oven. I returned this evening and found a most competent chef in practice. He is the motherucking King of Pies as his menu plainly states, though it does so minus the profanity. For between $5.00 (falafel or sugar) and $7.00 (shrimp or mixed), he'll make you an excellent Egyptian pie, something I had hereto never been treated to. It's made with a sort of improvised filo, with the King doing the layering on the fly and with a seemingly reckless hand. It ends up the size of a medium Sicilian pizza by both area and thickness. Eat it immediately as the dough loses its crunch rapidly. I've submitted my oath of loyalty. Now you do the same. All hail King of Pies!
Additional Bay Ridge notes:
-Recently opened on the corner of Bay Ridge Pkwy. and 5th Ave. is a place billing itself as a cafe in the European sense, though books are offered in lieu of the more customary newspapers. They do panini, which I had wanted to try, though on seeing the cost of a Corona I took flight. If I pass while not oppressed by so colossal a thirst I will stop in and duly report back to you fine fucking people.
-The old Joe Major's Banquet Hall and Tavern, home of the $0.70 Schaefer, is being reopened as what a less sensitive neighbor of the site called a "Chinaman joint." A contractor carrying out the necessary improvements told me it was to be a bit over-the-top, and I see they've got the bulk of the requisite marble facade up already.
-On a related note, Molloy's of Sunset Park closed some months back to my profound regret. The ceiling collapsed after hours, sparing anyone from physical damage though devastating all of us accustomed to $2.00 imperial pints of incredibly fresh tap Budweiser. Furlong's remains, but it lacks the innumerable charms and intricate tile work of Molloy's. I'd have to put forward Killarney's in Bay Ridge if asked for the best area bar. The Irish Haven above the 59th Street stop on the N and R is close behind. The Salty Dog sets the low-water mark for neighborhood drinkeries.