The Perfect Slice
Photo by Slice
Yesterday we toasted the hub’s last 20-something birthday by indulging in his favorite food, pizza, but in a healthier, organic fashion without the grease or the guilt (I’m such a party pooper, huh?) We swung by Slice on the chichi Upper East Side after work for slices of toasted honey-whole-wheat crust adorned with organic arugula and goat cheese. You can also choose between soy, rice, and organic mozzarella, or opt to have homemade basil pesto, sautéed mushrooms, or crumbled tofu on a bed of caramelized onions. (Gluten- and lactose-free slices are also available. Take that, Ray’s!)
Slices cost between $3.50 to $5 ($18 to $24 for whole pies). Our entire meal, which consisted of three different slices, drinks by Teany, and ready-to-bake dough to lug home for our own DIY pizza, came up to less than $25, a bill that was significantly lower than this girl’s b-day hootenanny.
So OK, we had to go without the Moulin-Rouge can-can dancers—entertainment was the precocious three-year-old at the next table—but hub and I savored every flavor-packed bite. Verdict: Schmancy vittles that won’t burn a schmancy hole in your pocket. (And look Ma, no carb coma!)
Slice
1413 2nd Avenue
New York, NY 10021
212-249-4353
www.sliceperfect.com
Adelin said,
April 26, 2006 at 1:42 pm
I watched half an episode of that show last year… Just in time to see a father and son team put in an order for professional (semi-exotic) dancers at his birthday party.
Um. Yeah.
The Worsted Witch » Organic Ben & Jerry’s said,
October 2, 2006 at 1:12 pm
[...] In other news, I made my first organic pizza (with a sweet honey-whole-wheat crust) completely from scratch yesterday, which my slice-loving husband1 thought was the most-romantic thing his greasy-food-hating fraulein had ever done for him since she quoted Independence Day on her blog. The heirloom-tomato paste was a little runny because I didn’t have a cheese cloth to filter it through, but otherwise it turned out better than I’d expected it to. I feel more confident of tackling yeast-based breads now (I don’t think the beer bread counted). Man, I wish I had a bigger kitchen, though. And a bigger sink. Also, a pony named Peaches. [...]