Slice & Co

I had a bad «sexual» experience here! I’m Mexican and the guys who works here too, so I asked for a slice of pizza in Spanish. The guy though that I was a girl. (I’m androgynous and so many people think that I’m a girl) He started to look at me so weird and he told me many sexual things. I feel so bad! I don’t know if they do this with the real girls but really this guys are a perverts! I’m not going to come back to this place!

Not the best pizza ever, but friendly staff and decent prices make the difference. I had a slice of buffalo chicken pizza and it was a bit heavy on the [blue cheese?] sauce. Still pretty decent pizza. My slice was rewarmed– I imagine it’d be considerably better if it were fresh out of the oven. I’ll definitely go again.

Great pizza, get it fresh, good staff attitude, decent price.

Over priced garbage. I spend nearly 20 bucks on 2 slices of pizza and a small coke. If you going to charge that kind of money for ya pizza it better be good. Nope it was disgusting cold and tasteless. Then when I was leaving I ask to use the bathroom and they said they «didn’t have one». A bunch of BS. How the hell you going to have a food establishment with no restrooms for customers! Don’t waste your money and time!

What the hell?!? This pace is so disgusting. I usually don’t even bother rating late night pizza joints, but this meal was noticeably terrible. Pizza was tasteless, doughy, ice cold, and just really sweet. And bad. Rely bad.
Oh and did I mention the olive pits? Yeah… We ordered a cheese pizza with olives and we ran into FULL olive pits not once, and not twice, but multiple times.
That was a first. (And a second, and third, etc…)
Just don’t bother.

They have a soda and 2 cheese slices for $ 5 deal during the day. It’s filling, but it’s VERY greasy and not really that good. I might come back for this, solely because it’s fast and convenient. The specialty slice I had a different time (mozz and tomatos) was much better but it cost me around $ 5. The service leaves something to be desired.

This used to be called Pizza 33 if I’m not mistaken, and was one of a few in the greater Midtown area. They seem to have changed their name to Slice & Co., which is an alright but generic name change; they must’ve changed owners, or the owner may have wanted to seem like less of a chain. Anyway, the way sits on the corner of 6^th Ave & 14^th Street, so there is a steady flood of traffic and good slice turnover. The workers are friendly enough and there is seating that is opened to the street, but there isn’t much to talk about otherwise.
The pizza reminded me of a place in Bensonhurst named Pizza Den – namely the crust. It almost had a pastry-​like crumbly consistency to it, and I mean this in a good way. It was very crisp with little rise, but okay flavor. The cheese was laid on heavy, and dominates a muted sauce. The whole thing tastes fine but not extraordinary at all, but if they upgraded the sauce and balanced the cheese better it could be pretty good. Overall this place is servicible, but I’d prefer to walk a couple of blocks over to Rocky’s instead.

Order it well done and hot out of the oven… classic NYC pizza.

Slice & Co Brick Oven Pizza… it’s well documented that most NYC pizza are great, as this one surely add to that list, though a bit pricey than the usual slice but the taste assures its price. A usual grub of mine before a night out at the Meatpacking District.

I saw their Eggplant and Ricotta pie which had me goggly-​eyed. I was starvin’ like Marvin and I thought this place looked decent. They had a bunch of pies which seemed as though they had been sitting out for awhile and most of them had ricotta cheese as one of the main toppings. At the time, I didn’t think anything of this. I thoroughly enjoyed the slices I ordered.
A few hours later and my stomach was feeling upset. Thinking back, the guys behind the counter were kind of slovenly and I’m pretty sure poor food handling habits could’ve been one of the causes for my stomach issues. I don’t think I’ll be eating here ever again.

Was drunk, and craving the usual pizza. Came here as it was the first place I stumbled upon. The pizza was okay, but not super delicious. I was a bit drunk, so everything tastes good, but looking back, I knew it was just alright.

you are not very good. and you are quite expensive.
but you are convenient, quick, and filling. so you get three stars.

Seamlessed a pizza from here. It was sort of floppy and not very good at all.

Misnomer: this entire review is predicated upon one menu item here.
Nearly every time I walk past this establishment, I stop in and get a slice of buffalo chicken on white pizza. It is delicious. The chicken is just the right level of «hot» and spicy. The pizza crust is crisp. The cheese is gooey but doesn’t distract from the chicken.
The staff is friendly. The napkin dispenser has always been well-​stocked. The slices are a bit pricey.
The location is convenient, especially if you have business on or around the corner of 6^th Ave and W14th St.

Pretty bad, verging on awful pizza. I’m just saying, in a world where you can get a slice at Joe’s by going about a half mile down 6^th ave., there’s really no excuse for this crap.
Clearly canned toppings on semi-​spongy dough. Its not quite CA-​style pizza but not NYC either which would be real flat crust. Nice people working here — kind of feel bad for them — but the food is really pretty bad.

Always wanted to try this place as I zip by here on he Xpress bus on occasion, in the early morning hours.
Today I had that chance.
It’s ok. Better than average pizza. Good size slices for brick oven pizza. $ 5.75 for a small coke and a slice of Maharita Pizza. Not bad.

I’m going to make this brief.
Pizza is a personal thing, so just because I love it here and stop here on my way to/​from work a few times a week, you may not feel the same.
Plain slices are 2.75, slices with one topping are 3.75. Typically the slices they have available have 2 – 3 toppings, so it starts to add up a little. The plain/​pepperoni slices tend to sell out very quickly, so you might have to wait a bit if that’s what you’re looking for.
They have pizza’s with fresh mozzarella, basil, tomato, shrimp, pepper, whatever you’re looking for.
Square slices, Sicilian, Calzones, Hero sandwiches, all sorts of rolls (chicken, spinach etc).
The pizza, in my opinion, is fantastic. It’s not my favorite in the city, not even top 5, but it’s definitely worth it if you’re in the area.
P. S. I don’t think they have set hours, but they are open late. I stop by at 1−3am sometimes after work.

Was good, just OK now. The pies are smaller than Two Boots and more expensive. The last time I had to crisp up the slices on a griddle. My honeymoon with 33 is over, I’m afraid.

Brick Oven Pizza 33 manages to dispel the myth that all pizza in New York is terrific. Theirs certainly isn’t.
With so many wonderful slices in this city, I don’t know why one would waste calories or cash on these tasteless, overpriced offerings.

I never take the F, V, but I did that day, and when I got off, boy was I hungry. Previously, any time I’d passed Brick Oven Pizza 33 (hereafter referred to as «BOP33»), it was usually on a long trek from drunken revelry in parts west to drunken sleepery in parts east, and in the fog of war I failed to distinguish BOP33 from its more generic pie-​slinging brethren. But on that day, in that cold, the needs of the flesh were strong and the snobbery of the spirit was weak. I settled; I took a chance, and was rewarded.
Had I but known what wonders awaited in that tiny little storefront, I would have long ago crossed that threshold situated at a 45-​degree angle to the grid of Manhattan (Is the entrance on 6^th avenue, or on 14^th street? Yes). Margherita. Grilled Chicken. White pizza with spinach. Buffalo chicken. Veggie Pizza. Each a tantalizing display of color and texture, lit in the display case as if hanging in a gallery.
Pizza vegetariana was to be my selection that evening. $ 3.50 and a short wait for my chosen to return from the oven later, I was walking home, taking nibbles at my piece of pie, in awe of the freshness of the flavors of the ingredients. Peppers. Onions. Crispy slices of fried eggplant. Tangy tomato sauce. A thin crust that crackled like the applause this work of art on a paper plate pedestal deserved. The sensations lingered in my mouth and on my mind for days.
Return visits have shown me that their other varieties of pizza are no less inspirational. Even the simple mushroom pie becomes in the hands of BOP33’s skilled chefs a tribute to the complexity that can be attained by the unassuming fungus. White pizza with spinach? Like putting a cloud in your mouth to melt and washing it down with a bite of the lush foliage of the Amazon rainforest.
But it is the sublime heights one reaches with a bite of the buffalo chicken pizza that will keep one returning to BOP33. When the twinge of Red Hot tickles one’s nostrils as the slice returns rejuvenated from the oven to one’s eagerly awaiting scalloped white paper plate, truly one is breathing the most rarefied air. Golden nuggets of chicken enrobed in buffalo sauce, applied like a master stroke of oil paint on a canvas of cracker crust and molten mozzarella cheese creates a masterpiece that transcends the everyday humility of the mighty buffalo, the rambunctious chicken, and the friendly pizza.
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By the time I’d made it the six blocks to my home, my nibbles had fully consumed the pizza — what had moments earlier been a glistening, crackling, steaming exhibit of the great skill and care at work in BOP33 was now only a fond memory and a sensation of grubbiness on my hands; even the paper plate had since been discarded in a wastebasket on some intermediate street corner. In my stomach, there was a small, satisfactory weight; on my mind’s map, a new destination for the joy only buffalo chicken can bring.
I had wandered in that day to scratch an itch, to quiet the rumbling in my stomach and to place something there that would retard the flow into my bloodstream of the spirits I would soon consume. What I found was more — a place where carefully honed skills were practiced, where excellence was pursued; a hidden treasure to be shared with friends, and for those times when those friends were too far, a shining neon beacon of comfort in the night.