Carlo’s Pizza in Port Washington makes the best pizza. Ever. Don’t try to argue with me about this — it’s futile. I’ve been eating pizza from Carlo’s since early 2006, but until a recent trip to Long Island to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day, I didn’t know they have a bathroom. But they do, giving me the honor of featuring Carlo’s in the Porcelain Press.
Typical of local pizza shops, Carlo’s is small, with a few tables in front, and an open kitchen where you can watch the most masterful pizza makers who have ever lived toss dough that bakes into a perfect combination of soft, chewy and crispy. Likewise, the bathroom is a narrow affair, just wide enough for a toilet and a sink. The pink-striped tile reminds me of peppermint sticks. A roll of paper towels and a spray bottle of some cleaning agent rested on the sill of the open window, which let in delightfully fresh, clean springtime air. Some might think that adds clutter, but I consider it to be a good sign that, on a scale of 1 to sparkling, Carlo’s keeps its tiny restroom on the diamond side of that spectrum. My favorite quirk was that the toilet is not flush with the wall, and quite noticeably so.
It’s hard to do Carlo’s pizza justice in words; it’s something you have to experience for yourself. The perfect ratio of cheese, sauce and crust; the sweeter-than-normal sauce; the way the crust always has that infinitesimally thin crunchy layer on its underside…trust me, I could go on. I live in Manhattan, and I refuse to eat pizza in NYC, the U.S. pizza capital, if that’s any indication of how spoiled I was by Carlo’s, and how magical their pizza is. I also love that the pizza guys still remember me, and that Carlo’s is two doors down from Lennon’s, my favorite Irish pub.
Restroom Rating: [rating=2]