Finishing off a $250 evening in the Meatpacking District with a $2 slice is a lot like grinding on the dance floor all night with Jessica Alba but then taking home famed UPI White House Correspondent Helen Thomas. Both will get the job done, but it sure as hell ain't pretty.

Sensing this need among New York's elite clubbers for late-night munchies worthy of their Cristal-soaked palates, restaurateurs Roy Liebenthal and Sasha Tcherevkoff have made refined post-party vittles their mission. First came the uber-hip Pop Burger, and now, just two years and two doors down, they've opened Pizza Bar.

With a psychedelic ceiling, black lights and bumper car-inspired booths, Pizza Bar feels like a roller skating rink gone awry—oddly comforting at the end of a long night. But with drinks like the Pink Panty Pull Down (Absolut vanilla, lime, grenadine) and lobster topped pizzas, this isn't your usual roller derby fare. Homemade meatballs help hold off the morning hang-over, and the mascarpone and mushroom pizza topped with truffle oil will impress your date with your refined taste even at 4 a.m. And at $14 a drink and $12 per personal pie, these snacks are worthy of the velvet rope.