It was a late, slightly crisp September morning when Karina, one of my best friends, and I ventured down to SoHo. We perused through the Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) store, looking at various knick- knacks, books, kitchen essentials and more.
As we walked back to the 6 train, we realized we were hungry and decided to look around for something quick to eat. Turning on Spring Street, I was stunned at the lack of cars on the road. Folks were lazily walking in the streets almost as if their sluggish movements were in part due to their own hunger. As we continued walking, I spotted a pizza shop down at the corner, of the block. We walked towards Pomodoro Ristorante & Pizzeria, the scent of dough and cheese pulling me closer and thats when I saw it.
Tons of people were walking up and down the adjacent street. Various food booths, clothing booths, red, white and green decorations lined Mulberry street. I had forgotten that one of New York City’s biggest festivals, the Feast of San Gennaro, was happening that week.
Instead of walking around the festival though, we decided it would be better to sit and eat since our feet were killing us.
As we ordered our slices, mine buffalo chicken, hers cheese and broccoli (don’t knock it till you try it), I looked around the shop. One long table that looked as though it could seat 12 people comfortably, dominated the room. Around it were a couple of tables that could seat around 4- 6 people comfortably. And although there was a raging festival going on right outside its doors, the shop was still pretty packed. The shop also had their own booth in the festival.
As I took my first bite, I immediately thought back to the tons of pizza I scarfed down when I was in Italy . The slice was heavenly. The crust soft and buttery with the chicken, cheese and buffalo sauce mixed well together. Now I’ve had plenty of good pizza in New York, but this by far has been the only pizza that was similar to the delicious pizza pie I inhaled in Venice (strictly regarding the taste. I didn’t have a buffalo chicken slice in Venice).It also brought a sense of nostalgia from my younger years. Prior to that day, I hadn’t sat down in a New York City pizza shop since I left and went off to college in 2011.
After we finished, we walked around the festival for a bit. We saw some of the most delicious foods, browsed a booth that sold keychains and other trinkets and I attempted to get a mango daiquiri. (Didn’t happen because I had limited cash on me)
Rating 5/5 stars
Location: Pomodoro Ristorante & Pizzeria
51 Spring St, New York, NY 10012
Tip: Have cash on you if you decide to go!
Date: September 15, 2017