That having been said, sometimes you simply need a slice... and the New York slice is, beyond debate, revered as the slice. In my weaker moments of impatience for the whole pie, or desperate to cushion my tummy before (or after) an eve of drinking, I have admittedly tried more than my fair share of Manhattan's vast offerings. My verdict? Nothing compares to the psychedelic combinations that top the crispy semolina crust at Two Boots. The name is derived from the shapes of Louisiana and Italy, and the menu blends both Creole and Italian flavors.
My craving last night was The Bird (spicy buffalo wings, bleu cheese dressing, scallions, and jalapenos on a white pie.) Frequent personal favorites include The Dude (cajun bacon cheeseburger pie with tasso, ground beef, mozzarella, and cheddar) and Bayou Beast (BBQ shrimp, crawfish, andouille, jalapenos, and mozzarella).
Though my favorite Two Boots is the actual restaurant in Brooklyn, I have found consistent deliciousness from their walk-in locations in Hell's Kitchen, the West Village, and Grand Central.
(Two Boots Hell's Kitchen on 9th Ave. between 44th and 45th)