I work in Midtown and finally made it to The Good Pie. Um, how many ways can you spell "delicious?"
A friend and I stopped in around 5ish. We were the only people there, but I think it was super-early for dinner (We were there that early because of plans for later in the evening). It really is a homey, cozy place, and we felt SO welcomed. We started with a salad that included greens, pears and gorganzola. It was largish, and we had a bit leftover to cleanse the palate after our meal.
Our main course was the mushroom pizza. Fabulous! These were real mushrooms, not those canned mushy things you find on Domino's and the like. The crust was thin and obviously homemade -- you could argue that each pizza was like a snowflake in that each crust and shape was a bit different. It had those great air bubbles that char just a bit on top. So good!
After dinner, I had cinnamon gelato and my friend had some coffee-with-a-side-of-ice-cream thing. We both finished with huge smiles.
What really made the meal was our server; I wish I would have gotten his name before we rushed out. He was really nice and explained about the pizza baking process. He was attentive and filled our water glasses almost as soon as they ran out. He wasn't annoyingly "up your ass," though. He just... knew. And when he wasn't attending to us, he was having friendly banter with two other members of the staff. Really, really a friendly place.
It will only be, oh, a week before I go again.
** Added: Oh, I forgot to say that it was REAL cheese on the pizza. None of this provel hash.
