Greenwich Village's Best Pizza - John's of Bleeker Street

I love the Greenwich Village neighborhood of New York City.  I've blogged about sights and sounds there many times.  I think if I could live anywhere in Manhattan this would be the place. It's old, and crumbly, with tiny apartments at outrageously expensive prices, but it has heart and soul and history.

I took these photos on a hazy rainy day which somehow seems perfect for this area.  There is a sort of moody, artsy, hip feel about this neighborhood where so many writers, poets, artists, musicians, and bohemians once lived such as Isadora Duncan, writer William Faulkner, and playwright Eugene O'Neill,  beat writers Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, William S. Burroughs,  authors James Baldwin, Truman Capote, poets Marianne Moore, e. e. cummings, Edna St Vincent Millay, Dylan Thomas,  Maya Angelou, singer songwriters Rod McKuen, and Bob Dylan, among many many more past and present, too numerous to name.

Just look at some of the beautiful architecture!

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I love all the little surprises that I can find on almost every block.

Even the souvenirs look vintage!

Now we are on Bleeker Street -- which always makes me want to hum the old Paul Simon song titled Bleeker Street.

It is here where I find the best pizza in Greenwich Village -- John's of Bleeker Street, located at 278 Bleeker Street, between 6th and 7th Avenue.  Among one of the oldest pizzerias in the city it was founded in 1929 by Joe Sasso.  It makes New York style thin crust pizza with fresh toppings cooked in a coal fired, brick oven, at 850 degrees.

No slices are served, only whole pies, cash only, and on a first come, first served basis, as this pizzeria can be jammed packed during the nicer weather, with a line outside full of hungry New Yorkers and tourists alike, waiting to get in.  If you visit, try to grab a seat in one of the original old wooden booths.

The booth's walls are full of scratched on graffiti from countless prior patrons.  Sorry that my photo is blurry but my pizza was coming and the aroma made me jump into the booth before I could take a good shot.

Perfection! It was so hot and steamy it clouded up my little pocket camera's lens!

My husband and I gobbled this whole pie up and savored every delicious bite.  There is nothing like a good New York City pizza!

I'm linking this post to Jenny of the Jenny Matlock blog's Alphabe Thursday blog event.  The letter this week is "G"  --  for me G stand for great pizza in Greenwich Village!

Thanks Jenny!