I have found my favourite slice in New York City and it's the "spicy spring" at Prince Street Pizza and it will melt your face. Do those pools of grease gross you out? If so, I genuinely feel for you. I'm not saying that I seek out that kind of grease, but c'mon. It's not that big a deal. If it bothers you that much then just turn the slice and let it drip a bit into a napkin, fancypants Sally. Is that still repulsive? Ugh. If that's the case, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to please leave my blog.

There are so many places in this city for a shitty slice, so if you find yourself near Nolita or Soho, get the hell over here and try this. (But if you're looking for a killer sitdown pizzeria? That's a whole different story. I'll have a post on that soon.)

P.S. Ask for it well done for extra craziness.

P.P.S. I looked for a clip of Homer drooling over the grease on the pimple-faced teen to include it somewhere in this post, but I guess it wasn't meant to be.