(in Chelsea on 9th Avenue between 17th & 18th Streets)
I’ll leave the pizza reviews to the always excellent Slice Harvester (plain slice, of course) and the inimitable Mr. Slice (fennel sausage) — I think they both got it pretty right. The neon, however, I will tell you, is pretty great, especially for such a small storefront. The red, white, and green, the stripes, the fascia & sidewalk signs, and the quilted stainless steel behind the main sign all add up to a lovely slice (so to speak) of the neonopolis.
Coming here at the end of a longish neon walk that started disappointedly for various reasons, continued annoyingly (have you ever had one of those days when every light turns red as you walk up to it?), became even more annoying at the lovely Golden Rule Wine & Liquor, where some jerk busy on his phone in front of the shop kept making smart comments about didn’t I want a picture of him? (my least favorite and most frequent photographer heckle ever) etc., became nearly unbearable a bit further up 9th Avenue where women in stilettos and jeggings flirted precariously on uneven sidewalks with God’s-gift-to-the-ladies types in a style that completely blocked the sidewalks to anyone who might actually want to pass through rather than hang out with their eminences. Ugh. So anyway I was cranky, starving and tired when I approached Stella’s and, frankly, not expecting much. It turned out to be a pretty sweet little spot, though, so all’s well that ends well — and in the end I did in fact get some decent photos in addition to Stella’s (but I’ll remember in future to steer clear of the Meatpacking District on Friday nights).