August 1, 2013 by Emily Pergament
So, way back in the day when I was a student at Fordham, a restaurant called Zero Otto Nove opened nearby. They served delicious pizza and had a really cute atmosphere inside, and it wasn’t prohibitively expensive, so we went a few times. Anyway, last night, Rob and I found ourselves hungry in the Flatiron district. I knew there was another Zero Otto Nove somewhere around there and I was in the mood for delicious pizza, so of course we had to go.
The two locations.
The one in Manhattan is way bigger – there is even an upstairs! They give you bread to start with that is so good that no description can do it justice. It was lighter and fluffier than angel food cake, and I was pretty sad that I had to stop eating it once the pizzas came.
We split two pizzas and ended up taking three (out of eight) slices home. We probably could have eaten more pizza if we hadn’t gorged on the bread. But that wasn’t really ever an option.
The only bad part was that their NYC health rating was a B. Crestfallen at first, my heart sang a sad Vonda Shepard song. But then I remembered that I only won’t eat at a restaurant with a B if it serves sushi or bagels. I can eat at a pizza restaurant with a B. So my heart changed its tune.
I’ll probably be back soon.