Restaurant Review - Smiling Pizza

In my opinion, the greatest bands in the world are the ones that sound unlike any others. The originals. So while most people believe that Smiling Pizza tastes like crap, I propose that it is simply unlike other pizzas.

Smiling Pizza is an original.

And like all original works of art, some people can appreciate it and others cannot. Yes, the cheese is flavorless. Yes, the ingredients are sub-par. But once you've gotten past that, you start to appreciate the good things:

•Soggy crust. Not as bad as it sounds.
•Salad pizza. Genius!
•With red pepper flakes, oregano and garlic, it's actually not terrible.

And let's talk about the establishment itself.

Picture this: you're in the city late on a Saturday night. You're drunk. It's 2 am and you're staring into a dark tunnel at the 2nd Ave stop, waiting for the faintest flicker of light to herald the coming of that blessed F train. You spend 20 minutes sitting in a subway car which the MTA, in its infinite wisdom, has painted bright orange and plated with chrome. You step out of the subway, certain that you've left all chances of nourishment behind on Delancey Street when suddenly... what is that...? A neon smiley face? At 3 am?

Could it be?

And what about the delivery guys? What other pizza parlor employs guys who will write down the plate of the fucker who hit your motorcycle?

To those of you who prefer John's, or Roma, or Pizza Plus before it got burned up, I say open your minds, open your hearts, and open your mouth. Not when you're eating, or after you've eaten. But as you're eating. As you're taking down that delicious slice of pepperoni in a drunken, early morning haze. Then close it. Then chew. Then swallow.

Then... smile.