for $10 in the middle of the night.
Empty shots were left in one of the salon sinks along the walls. Meanwhile bar hoppers mingled at the bar or seated in dryer chairs.
And the 2:30 a.m. pizza. It wasn't Famous Joe's Pizza, but once you've had pizza in New York City, you'll never want it anywhere else.
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I think I might miss a plain slice from Muzzarella Pizza on Ave A between 13th and 14th more than anything else in the world!
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