We needed our pizza fix. We were told that Paulie Gee’s could fix all of that. There was a problem, however, the East River stood between us and pizza.
I had utilised my trusty tablet to find out there was indeed a water crossing with a connecting mid-town bus. On closer inspection of the timetable, however, it only ran peak hours Monday-Friday. Quite alright if you are in Australia, but we’re not… It was Sunday. Quick examination of Google Maps (how could Apple even think of releasing a map without public transport) showed that it took 17 minutes to walk to the ferry terminal or 15 minutes by public transport. With 20 minutes to go we legged it.
With only a little jogging we made the ferry with 30 seconds to spare. $4 not too bad for a few stops on the Ferry.
The East River Ferry was quite effective. It had an outdoor deck on the second level, although no seats. The service was fast and efficient.
While the street was quite, save for a wedding party taking photos in front of a graffitied warehouse door – we presume that they had taken over the local pub for their reception, Paulie Gee’s was busy. We approached reception and placed our name on the list and waited on the seats outside.
That’s not quite fair. It wasn’t just a pizza. It was a bloody good pizza – there were so many to choose from. They were mostly American inventions – good ones at that. We had a Delboy. A good base, but not good as some (wink), top quality toppings. Local ommegang witte beer was fantastic, but what is with the slice of orange attached to my glass?
We surprised the waiter by only ordering one pizza and salad (our usual order). We were disappointed seeing how many people didn’t finish these great pizzas, or left their crust behind (my god). Others were so full that they couldn’t fit in dessert. Boy, are they silly. The deserts were fab. H ordered a chocolate orange pot and I order a sundae with Mike’s hot honey (bloody hell it was spicy) and candied walnuts.
Well not a train, but two. The G and then the 7 back to Grand Central.