I said I was going here, so I'm here. Slightly jolted when I ordered a 10" pie and the waitress queried "cheese pizza?" Weird vibes here for sure. No garlic powder on the tables. Paper napkins that unfold to the size of a hand towel. The place was crawling with kids- both at the dining tables and the ping pong tables. The wooden doors are the restrooms. The men's room doesn't have a door on the stall, and the women's room has a wide gap at the door. TLDR- NY pizza remains undefeated.